Waymo is not a car company. It is the death of distraction.
Texting and driving is not a moral issue — it’s a physics issue. The human nervous system evolved for walking 3 mph through the savanna, not piloting a two-ton projectile at 70 mph while scrolling through dopamine-laced pixels. The brain can’t parallel-process asphalt and notifications. One wins. One kills.
Waymo obliterates that constraint. It removes the human bottleneck. The sensors see more than your eyes. The processors think faster than your neurons. The software never blinks, never gets tired, never wonders if someone left them on “read.”
When the human stops driving, the human starts living. You step inside the Waymo capsule, the door seals with a whisper, and suddenly time is yours again. Write. Think. Dream. Text your lover. Trade Bitcoin. Edit your next street-photography God shot. The car glides through Los Angeles like a sentient Prius spaceship while you operate in pure digital flow.
This isn’t laziness — it’s liberation. Waymo doesn’t just move your body through space; it frees your mind from the tyranny of attention. The vehicle becomes a mobile monastery. A meditation pod wrapped in LiDAR and glass.
We don’t need stricter laws, guilt campaigns, or “don’t text and drive” PSAs. We need to delete the driver.
Waymo is the endgame because it collapses two primal human desires — motion and communication — into one seamless stream. You can move and text simultaneously, perfectly, infinitely.
Waymo is not just safer. It’s smarter. It’s stoic. It’s post-human discipline encoded in silicon.
So the next time someone says “don’t text and drive,” tell them the truth:
“I don’t drive. I Waymo.”
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