Mine Fru, de Ilsebill, doesn’t want what I want. It’s a good thing that in the case of the Flounder from the Grimm fairy tale, it’s a matter of natural intelligence, as the fisherman’s wife always gets her way. If artificial intelligence had appeared in the foaming sea, it would not have worked so quickly, as the Chancellor learned during his tour of the world‘s largest industrial trade fair. “Could we speed things up?” Olaf Scholz initially tried politely when he was asked to speak to an AI-controlled robot at the Siemens stand. But he continued to work sluggishly, which the head of government is probably used to in the face of coalition partners who are blocking him. Only when Scholz energetically spoke “Faster!” into the microphone several times did something happen; at least in Hanover, the authority to issue guidelines still applies to some extent.
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The Siemens manager responsible for automation technology consoled himself with the words that it was like in politics, it might take longer, “but if it works, it works properly.” Just like with climate protection in the transport sector. It is dissolved, the sector, not transport, because it would not be possible to convey to voters that Germany achieved its climate goals last year, but driving bans or speed limits of 30 km/h would have to be introduced across the board. So, strictly speaking, the sectors are not broken down, only deviations can now be offset against each other. We try that again and again, the night of partying on the debit side of the health account is then offset by a long hike the next day.
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As we bend down to find the Stinky Cranesbill, an older gentleman on an e-bike zooms past us, obviously unaware of the law of conservation of momentum. A hundred kilos times an estimated 30 km/h would have flattened our dog if he hadn’t quickly jumped aside. It wouldn’t occur to us to issue driving bans because of this, and speed signs in the forest hardly enrich biodiversity. But a little schadenfreude doesn’t do any harm, the altitude increases, meter by meter, and finally hikers and animals pass a cyclist with a very red face. We almost shouted: Faster! More quickly!