In the age of the singularity, the only thing left to us is the Homo sapiens’ ability to ask questions.

I don’t drive. I sit in a TESLA Model Y, engage Autopilot, and watch the world outside. Migrant workers, commuter buses, hitchhikers, people gathered in the scarce shade. For my comfort and software updates, Tesla observes, analyzes, and stores everything in data.

The shade over a worker’s helmet and the cool air inside the car—the gap between them. The cramped living spaces and sanitation conditions of migrant laborers. The long hours and modest wages of delivery drivers. The working conditions and safety of construction workers. If we do not ask, AI will serve only those who already own it.