MIT’s Biomimetics lab tested nine Mini Cheetah robots in the institute’s Killian Court
Soon to be renamed Killin’ Court.
MIT’s Biomimetics lab tested nine Mini Cheetah robots in the institute’s Killian Court
Soon to be renamed Killin’ Court.
My corgis would have a field day rounding up those little robots.
Selleck’s best movie, 80s awesomeness!!
The robots are unsettling at best, terrifying at worst.
And Gene Simmons’ first non-KISS role!
The robots are unsettling at best, terrifying at worst.
I saw it with a friend who was seriously freaked out by them. All I had to do for weeks afterwards was make the “chika chika chika” sound and she would literally get the heebie-jeebies. (I was young and I’m not proud of that.)
And they’ve been programmed to take dives just like real footballers.
A clank of robots sounds about right.
Also, “adorable” wasn’t the first descriptor to spring to mind as I watched the footage.
It went “Zip” when it moved
And “Bop” when it stopped
And “Whirrr” when it stood still
I never knew just what it was and I guess I never will.
(That song’s a bit creepy in retrospect.)
A ‘clack’ of 'em Sorry, hadn’t seen the ‘clank’ posted earlier.
Well, depends on if you’re an EE or not. See https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Multiplexer
A slaughter of cheetah-bots?
… a proper collective noun.
A clique10.
I sometimes wonder when remote controlled drones became “robots”. I mean, I get that the word is itself a neologism (that’s no longer that neo) from a Czech word for slave laborer, so I guess remote control is etymologically accurate, but Čapek intended it to refer to automatons, not remotes.
An extermination of cheetah bots.
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A kill-switch of cheetah bots?
(Gary Numan wrote Futurama episodes before it existed.)
Down in the park
Where the mach-men meet the machines
And play ‘kill-by-numbers’
Down in the park with a friend called five
I was in a car crash
Or was it the war
But I’ve never been quite the same
Little white lies like I was there
Come to “Zom-Zom’s”, a place to eat
Like it was built in one day
You can watch the humans
Trying to run
Oh look there’s a rape machine
I’d go outside if he’d look the other way
You wouldn’t believe
The things they do
Down in the park
Where the chant is “death, death, death”
Until the sun cries morning
Down in the park with friends of mine
We are not lovers
We are not romantics
We are here to serve you
A different face but the words never change
Foo Fighters do a nice cover of that:
A Čapek of Cheetah robots, obviously.
How about: “A fuckin’ pack of these scary little bastards.”