Somewhere, there’s a parallel universe where they’re developing autonomous vehicles like we are, but instead of advanced computers and cameras and sensors they’re genetically engineering giants who move your car around like a kid playing with Hot Wheels and you just shout to them where you want to go.
“Hey! Car Giant 77A! I’m in the white Citroën Ami! Please take me to the 24 Hour Wicker place on Pico!”