They turn west, following the country road to Gordon’s Bay. The wild South Atlantic appears in the vista of the windscreen. A swell several metres in height is rolling in from the Antarctic. But the Blomendahls aren’t distracted by this natural beauty; their attention is completely immersed in the GLE.
Daughter: What’s that? Something red is shining in your wing mirror.
Father: The Blind Spot Assist. It tells you when something is coming diagonally from behind that you cannot see without looking over your shoulder.
Daughter: I’m telling you, the car thinks for itself. It’s got its eyes on everything. Can I please drive now?
Father: Yes, in a moment. Jacqueline Blomendahl, of the digital generation, swipes the touchpad with her fingers, accessing the various functions of the GLE on the screen.