If I could pass one law, requiring multiple redundant scanning tech on anything autonomous large enough to hurt me might be it.
I occasionally go to our warehouses which have robotic arms, autonomous fork lifts, etc. All of those have far more saftey features than a self driving Tesla, and they aren’t in public.
This is my go to example when bitching about “Why make another spider man? You could make The Forever War!”
For me it ubisoft. They’ve made some of my favorite series, then completely ruined them.
One day my rocksmith 2014 isn’t going to work because they shut down the servers, and the over a thousand dollars I’ve spent on guitars, songs, cables, and pedals are going to be, well, not useless, but pretty close to it.
I design UI for systems infinately less likely to kill you when distracted than a vehicle interface.
The only possible glitch is that this is appearing before it was supposed to.
Being triggered specifically when the vehicle is stopped shows a lot of thought on the cover your ass for saftey lawsuits front, that was no mistake.
Quick google search suggests the ads come from same domain as youtube, so wouldnt be blocked.
Back to muting ads and reading lemmy on my phone
I watch primaly on my PS4, is there a network based solution?
Yeah, that game gets it right. I played it with the map turned off and the sleep walking perk and had the best time of it.
Think the second one will finally make me buy a ps5
World size, density, and traversal have to be balanced.
I tend to play without fast travel, and skyrim meets these three pretty well, using the carts and horse for faster travel.
GTA can be bigger, with cars and planes for long distances.
Large worlds are great, if they are packed w content, open barren landscapes are terrible.
Ghost recon wildlands for me is the sweet spot for a big, interesting world with good traversal options.
Absolutely, but the question was “how did you”, not “how should I”.
Not likely to help but for me it was joining the military.
Between the training I received and the situations I faced, nothing in civilian life has really been able to effect me.
It’s been 25 years since I left the service and I can count on one hand the times I’ve actually been angry about something.
Back in the 90s my father to us on ski trip to the Rockies. We grew up in the midwest, and even though snowboards were still new, we were masters of the tiny mounds we call ski hills in Wisconsin.
Before he would let us go on our own, my dad insisted we take a lesson. When the instructor asked what we wanted to learn, I said “Jumping cliffs and tree skiing”.
We went up the highest lift, and then proceeded to hike another half hour. Well above the tree line, on a narrow ridge, the instructor stops, straps in, and says we are dropping in here. He asks one last time if this is what we want to do, then he went off the damned cliff.
So now my brother and I, both teenagers from Chicago, are alone on the top of this mountain watching our guide shrink off in the distance.
We looked at each other in disbelief, and realised we were either doing this, or walking another half hour back down without a guide.
Strapping in and psyching myself up to push off into what seemed like open sky was maybe the biggest “Wait, how the hell did I end up in this situation” moments of my life.
Dominick the Italian christmass donkey on repeat. We’re all going mad.