When you’re from New York, there are few things that really, truly bother you. You don’t notice the stench of the trash or the fact that the streets really are as filthy as the tourists complain they are. And you can’t bother about the odd man that stands on the southeastern corner of 43rd and Lex every morning, sputtering filth from his mouth every other word.
But there is one thing that you can’t ignore. And it’s the fact that no matter what an intersection will always be blocked up if there’s a human directing traffic in lieu of a machine. Without fail, traffic will jam up, cars will blare their horns. But why - this is the purpose of traffic lights, no? Have I misunderstood their perfectly calculated robotic genius? Their meticulously automated synchronicity, guiding cars through crowded intersections with grace?
Please, leave this one to 1984: the robots know best.
