I know how it makes me sound when I start going on about how in ten years time we'll all be the subjugated playthings of super robots - but I don't care.
Last week I spent most of my free time watching videos and reading articles on the smart machines that I will most likely have to fight when the war between biologicals and mechanicals begins.
Meet the foot soldier of the coming automaton plague:
Next we have the ones that we will first welcome into our homes, the ones that will infiltrate and then turn on us:
*be sure to read the "About This Video" for the full outline of all this little spy's chilling capabilities*
Finally meet the generalissimo, the commander (or as you will come to know it, you're benevolent and unfeeling dictator), ASIMO:
Here is a page outlining what those fools at Carnegie Mellon are doing.
Luckily for us, scientists have also found a way to help us grow back our limbs after they're hacked off by robotic killing machines
Now for those that are as worried as I am there is a book that, while not technically the most helpful, does have many useful tips. It's called How To Survive a Robot Uprising: Tips on Defending Yourself Against the Coming Rebellion by Daniel H. Wilson.
P.S. Don't think, just because this post deals with my huge fear of a robot born apocalypse, it means that I no longer want to become a kick-ass human/robot hybrid (cyborg for the geeks).
I still can't wait to get my Luke Arm.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
It's a Shiny New Post! First o' the Year and Only 3 Months Late
How long . . . let's just skip all that and dive right in.
How I feel today: i'm a little scattered, like a torn up sheet of paper tossed into the wind; i know i'm supposed to be whole and there is a certain way i fit together, but i'm all over the place and i can't tell how all the pieces go together. That's actually how i've been feeling for the last couple weeks.
General Update: For the last month (holy shit it has been almost a month) I have been homeless. Not the hobo type of homeless, no riding open-bed cars under the stars or cans of beans warmed carefully over trashcan fires stoked under train bridges. I've been homeless in that I've had no house to call my own, but thanks to understanding friends and a tolerant Igor I have kept a roof over my head.
Update of the Future: This very Saturday (knock on wood, kiss a rabbit's foot, rub a leprechaun's left nut) Annalisa, Marry Ann and I will be moving into our new house. Once we get settled in I'll have pictures and start working on my in-patient projects again.
Here's what to look for in the following months:
coptic binding
tax blues
metalwork
rollerskating shenanigans
more fun with reactive polymers
*and*
maybe even some fine writing
How I feel today: i'm a little scattered, like a torn up sheet of paper tossed into the wind; i know i'm supposed to be whole and there is a certain way i fit together, but i'm all over the place and i can't tell how all the pieces go together. That's actually how i've been feeling for the last couple weeks.
General Update: For the last month (holy shit it has been almost a month) I have been homeless. Not the hobo type of homeless, no riding open-bed cars under the stars or cans of beans warmed carefully over trashcan fires stoked under train bridges. I've been homeless in that I've had no house to call my own, but thanks to understanding friends and a tolerant Igor I have kept a roof over my head.
Update of the Future: This very Saturday (knock on wood, kiss a rabbit's foot, rub a leprechaun's left nut) Annalisa, Marry Ann and I will be moving into our new house. Once we get settled in I'll have pictures and start working on my in-patient projects again.
Here's what to look for in the following months:
coptic binding
tax blues
metalwork
rollerskating shenanigans
more fun with reactive polymers
*and*
maybe even some fine writing
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