A man and a machine.
Forty-seven evenings. A whole game.
This is not a story about artificial intelligence. It is a story about what two can get done: a person who knows what they want, a machine that builds it, and evening after evening something that was not there before.
What came out of it is a game: you drive, you change direction with one finger, and you retrace the trip around the world of a great-grandmother who leaves you her postcards. Forty-nine cars, ten worlds, two hundred and forty levels, forty thousand kilometres. It will be free, on Android and iPhone.
The book tells how it went, evening by evening: who decided what, where the machine is unbeatable and where — always at the same point — it falls short. It was built by someone who knows how to write code, and decided not to write a single line of it.