With the Humans

So I’m in an Uber with a friend, and I need to add a stop. As we discuss it in the back, I already feel kind of weird. I know I’m paying for the time, but it’s the driver’s car you know. Anyway, after we agree, I ask the driver’s permission - to be polite. This is probably a mutation I’ve developed to deal with Lagos drivers and their attitude, but I digress. Driver’s fine with it, and I add the stop. And then I start to think - if this was a robot driver would I feel obliged to ask for permission to add a stop? Probably not. More practically, its probably a driverless car anyway - but stay with me. I continue to think about human-robot relations and what happens when the robots get sentient. Crazy times. As I think about the carnage, I realize that I understand the plight of the robots - I really do. But I’m on the side of the humans.