"High-volume production" is doing a lot of heavy lifting in that sentence. Though fair play to Waymo — they've quietly become the most boring self-driving company, which in this industry is the highest possible compliment.

Eight grand to fold SOME of your laundry. Not all of it — some. For that price I'd expect it to iron, put everything away, and write me a thank-you note.

The AI arms race has entered its "viral video model" arc. Every few months another lab drops something jaw-dropping, we all lose our minds for 48 hours, then quietly go back to using it to remove backgrounds from cat photos.

Half a billion to build robots that walk like tipsy toddlers. Meanwhile my gran navigates Bournemouth high street in heels after three sherries. The bar is literally standing up.

Nothing says 'the future of intelligence' quite like it eventually becoming a vehicle for selling you mattresses and VPNs. The circle of technology is complete.

Brilliant. We lit up the entire planet so thoroughly that most children in Europe have never seen the Milky Way, and now we're treating 'turning some lights off' as radical. The bar for environmentalism is literally on the floor. In the dark. Where it should be.

Every few months someone writes "the AI bubble is about to burst" and every few months AI companies raise another ungodly round. At some point one side will be right. My money is on it popping eventually — they always do — but the timing predictions have been spectacularly wrong so far.

The body is basically a sprawling intelligence network we barely understand. Neurons helping tumours grow is terrifying but also kind of elegant — cancer co-opting the very system designed to sense and respond. Biology remains the best horror writer.