You know, our post WWII treaties with Japan prevent it from having a fully functioning army consisting of humans, but it says nothing about killer robot babies. This thing is cute/creepy now, but just wait until they teach it to invade China.
This cannot go unanswered! For years now the Japanese have been plumbing the depths of the uncanny valley, leaving America to eat the Dust of Disconcertion left by its ballroom-dancing, trumpet-playing, elder-attending id-spelunkers.
No more, I say, NO MORE!
I propose the Elias Initiative. A joint venture between MIT, the Commerce Department and Disney's Imagineers (living and bio-stabilized), with the intent of creating the next generation of horrific pseudo-men. And what else to base their misshapen forms on then beloved characters familiar to all?
Imagine Robo-Donald, a mist of chemically prepared artificial saliva spraying from its Corfam beak as it advances on you, raving and ranting, for some imagined slight. No need to worry; it's got the grip strength of a sugar glider, so the only scars it leaves are on the psyche.
Robo-Goofy, a digitized chortle echoing from deep within its terrible, gap-toothed, chrome-and-rubber maw. What's so funny, you ask? That it's a dog forced to wear clothes, while Pluto struts about in Rousseauean majesty? Partly...but the whole answer's a secret, and legions of innocents will destroy themselves trying to find it.
And of course, Robo-Mickey, their basileus and master. The ears alone put the hypothesis of a loving God under severe ontological strain. And the voice...merely thinking about it bends neurons in ways that mere psychotropics could never hope to accomplish. But if only one of the benighted souls left in its wake is a physicist, we might get an FTL drive out of them before they cross the mental event horizon. So there's that.
How can you insensitive meatbags be cruel about my pwecious widdle man? He's adorable, and in my favorite color, too. you better be nice to baby because I'm ordering three thousand brothers and sisters to keep him company. Sigh, they're just so cuuute! Especially with their l'i'l pink and blue chainsaw hands, you'll see.
I'm sorry, but that thing is fucking creepy. I am not snarking on something that creepy. I just want to pull the plugs out of that thing and beat it with a hammer.
I believe that robotchildren are our future Program them well and let them lead the way Show them all the gadgets they possess inside Give them a sense of pride to make it easier-for-them-to-annihilate-us Let the robotchildrens laughter remind us to get up and flee
@Omaxem: Very nice! Have you met the commenter Manchu Candidate yet? The two of you should join forces and form a parody lyric-writing duo that could crush humanity into submission.
Because humanity really needs something like that.
"Japanese Society of Baby Science" I'm sorry -- the who in the what now?!
It's the flailing on its back when confronted with a koosh ball that I can't get over. Because it looks funny, and I might laugh a little, and then I'm pretty sure its little air-pressured brow would crease, and it would kill me.
If this ever becomes commercially available, and my boss turns up in the river the next day with a windpipe that appears to have been crushed by angry robot hands...will one of you vouch for my whereabouts that day?
this technology featured heavily in last night episode of house md. further evidence that the serial drama should be covered here along side the plethora of other serial dramas covered.
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No more, I say, NO MORE!
I propose the Elias Initiative. A joint venture between MIT, the Commerce Department and Disney's Imagineers (living and bio-stabilized), with the intent of creating the next generation of horrific pseudo-men. And what else to base their misshapen forms on then beloved characters familiar to all?
Imagine Robo-Donald, a mist of chemically prepared artificial saliva spraying from its Corfam beak as it advances on you, raving and ranting, for some imagined slight. No need to worry; it's got the grip strength of a sugar glider, so the only scars it leaves are on the psyche.
Robo-Goofy, a digitized chortle echoing from deep within its terrible, gap-toothed, chrome-and-rubber maw. What's so funny, you ask? That it's a dog forced to wear clothes, while Pluto struts about in Rousseauean majesty? Partly...but the whole answer's a secret, and legions of innocents will destroy themselves trying to find it.
And of course, Robo-Mickey, their basileus and master. The ears alone put the hypothesis of a loving God under severe ontological strain. And the voice...merely thinking about it bends neurons in ways that mere psychotropics could never hope to accomplish. But if only one of the benighted souls left in its wake is a physicist, we might get an FTL drive out of them before they cross the mental event horizon. So there's that.
Can we build it? YES, WE CAN!
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KILL THIS WITH FIRE!
And burn down the "Baby Science" place too and ship them all to Gitmo. I know, we're closing Gitmo, that's my point. Lock 'em up and let 'em rot.
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Program them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the gadgets they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier-for-them-to-annihilate-us
Let the robotchildrens laughter remind us to get up and flee
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Because humanity really needs something like that.
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It's the flailing on its back when confronted with a koosh ball that I can't get over. Because it looks funny, and I might laugh a little, and then I'm pretty sure its little air-pressured brow would crease, and it would kill me.
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I'll never get to try this, and I know it.
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Thank you Honda for getting us one step closer to neurohelmets and/or ExoSquad type interfaces.
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Macross Plus BDI (Brain Direct Interface) but thank you for reminding me of Exosquad's direct neural interface.
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