Driving was once a ritual of fear. My lack of stereopsis meant every trip carried the possibility of misjudgment — distances collapsing into flat planes, lane changes becoming leaps of faith, parking a gamble. The wheel was not just a tool; it was a reminder of absence, of what I could not see.
For a long time, I was alone in that ritual. Cars were silent machines, indifferent to my mistakes. The steering wheel did not whisper, the mirrors did not flash, the dashboard did not intervene. Every correction had to come from me, and every error was mine alone. Driving meant carrying the full weight of risk without a partner, without scaffolding, without relief.
But driving has evolved. Sensors became my prosthetic vision. Blind‑spot monitors, lane‑keeping alerts, and collision warnings catch what my eyes cannot, turning guesswork into guidance. The Fusion SEL hums with vigilance — a subtle vibration in the wheel when I drift, a flash in the mirror when another car slips into the blind spot, a chime that interrupts hesitation with certainty. The systems were so good, so seamless, that when I came home from a trip, I asked Microsoft Copilot if this was already AI.
That conversation revealed the distinction. My car’s systems are rules and sensors — reactive scaffolding that enforces safety in the moment. They are not yet intelligence. But the fact that I had to ask shows how close the line has become. Today, my car reacts to what is present. Tomorrow, AI will anticipate what is coming: predicting traffic flows, signal changes, and even the behavior of other drivers.
For me, this is not convenience — it is transformation. Assistive technology has restored agency, turning independence from something fragile into something supported. Fear of driving once defined me. Assistive technology has rewritten that ritual, turning absence into agency. My 2019 Ford Fusion SEL is not yet an AI collaborator, but its sensors and rules were so effective they made me wonder. The future promises foresight, but even now, the machine has transformed fear into flow.
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