Hey, Mister, Your Robot Cat Just Left A Pile Of Washers And Bolts On My Lawn, And You Better Clean It Up
Ah, robots.
We never tire of robots. At first they’re genial sorts, warning Will Robinson to watch out for some interstellar muppet that coming his way. But humans, being the inquisitive sort, can never leave well enough alone. We’re not going to be happy until squads of four-legged death automatons are hunting us to extinction, farting leaf-blower noise the whole time.
I just reread that last paragraph, and I’m sorry, but I totally want to be hunted by a squad of four-legged death automatons. I can’t help myself.
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I’m sorry, but this is the stuff that nightmares are made of. I can see myself dreaming of being hunted down by one of these things and having only a slingshot for self-defense. The fact that this research is being funded by DARPA leads me to wonder if there is an open order from Homeland Security for thousands of them to “protect” us.
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