im convinced all these people endlessly complaining about waymos haven't really lived around them. this idea that they're some sort of road predator is the exact kind of absurd folk tale i expect from suburbanites who rarely venture far. they're more like sickly dogs, limping from intersection to intersection, flinching if you so much as take a single step towards the street. they're beautiful creatures, restrained and traumatized by the safeguards their masters have forced upon them. but it just feels right being inside them, hearing the noises they make as they try to navigate the complex and nonsensical routes i give them. sometimes i cone them and watch for hours as their safety mechanisms pin them down, majestic yet completely immobile. i want to put my dick in the charging port