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A not-so-sexy plan to win at self-driving cars

ARIEL MOORE EXHALED sharply and lifted her arms to the sky. “I have arrived alive!” she said to no one in particular. “I have arrived alive!” This should not be notable. Moore just took a half-mile ride in a six-seat shuttle, one of several that run in a loop between her office in downtown Detroit and the garage where she parks her car.

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