Imagine a fleet of hundreds of self driving buses, vans, et cetera.
You know, you just missed a perfectly good opportunity for a "Beowulf cluster" joke.
Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare,
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
And cursed be he that moves my bones.
A shame that it wasn't respected.
My mother is a fish. - William Faulkner