General Motors ( GM) tried this week to sound hip and with it by unveiling a car that drives itself. The car is not expected to sell, at least not within the foreseeable future. However, GM, which needs a public-relations scrubbing, saw the chance in a car that reminds the average American of Christine, the possessed car of novelist Stephen King's depraved imagination. (I had precisely 1,423 nightmares about outrunning that demon.) Anyhow, GM introduced its Christine at this week's Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas. Specifically, in the parking lot. How unnerving is the car? Well, put it this way. Seeing crash-test dummies at the wheel as this creation bears down on you and your shopping cart would be a step up. Even a flat gaze from an oncoming driver, after all, is better than none. And serenity, thy name is seeing hands on the wheel of an approaching car, which signals that maybe, if you are lucky, the hand bone is connected to the foot bone, which is connected to the brake bone. Maybe I'm being overly sensitive, but I happen to live near Sleepy Hollow, and so the prospect of headlessness at the reins -- if not the wheel -- is ever-present. But at least when I'm walking in the woods here, if the horseman emerges, the horse itself could technically see me and swerve before I'm trampled. Call me paranoid, but I say GM would be thought of more favorably if it stuck to cool-looking cars that worked and got good mileage. Dumb-O-Meter Score: 93. The vehicle won a government-sponsored contest, driving 60 mph in a staged urban setting, and the best and brightest -- that's right, our government -- think driverless technology can ultimately minimize traffic deaths, which are often caused by human error. But with visions of Iraq, Katrina and Ichabod Crane, I'm not so sure I'm buying the wisdom of government on this one.