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The Tesla was driving perfectly—until it wasn’t. BY RAFFI KRIKORIAN The smell was strange. Sharp. Chemical. Wrong. The concrete wall was too close. My glasses were gone. One of my kids was standing on the sidewalk next to our car—not crying, just confused. The seat belt had held. The crumple zone had crumpled. The airbag had fired. Everything designed to protect bodies had done its job. But the car, a Tesla Model X, was totaled. You might think I’d have known what to do in this situation. I used to run the self-driving-car division at Uber, trying to build a future in which technology protects us from accidents. …
摘自《大西洋月刊》(The Atlantic)2026年4月4日,Raffi Krikorian。仅引用开头一小段供了解文章,版权归原刊所有,全文请阅读原刊。