Mar 24 2008More Robots Of The Coming Apocalypse
In the near future the planet will be ruled by robots and any surviving humans will live huddled in caves crying about how it was a bad idea to create them in the first place. So yeah, be warned. This is a video of a climbing robot. It looks friendly and harmless enough, but deep down, just like every robot, it wants to kill.
Called Capuchin, the robot scales vertical walls using four limbs that can shift its weight to stay balanced. It and other climbing robots could be key to uncovering the geology of Mars.
Weight shifting robot, cool. But you know what would be cooler? If it had guns. And bombs. Ooh ooh ooh -- and a laser razor chainsaw for an arm. Now that would be a damn robot.*
*Until one actually kills me, robots with weapons will remain awesome.
Thanks to Raul, a man capable of surviving the robot apocalypse, for the tip
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Reader Comments
1. Meg - March 24, 2008 5:18 PM
Cool, but it didn't make me squeal like BigDog did.
2. Boost - March 24, 2008 8:11 PM
Yea, compared to BigDog, that's a POS.
3. guate6 - March 24, 2008 8:16 PM
Don't worry, once the apocalypse comes, you'll more than squeal.
4. Cyberwulf - March 25, 2008 4:46 AM
I still find it more convenient to simply bow down to our robotic overlords. Hopefully, when they take over, they will remember that and assimilate the faithful.
5. Scott - March 25, 2008 10:03 AM
Maaan! Why are they wasting time on all these types of robots? Where are the sex robots? That's really what we all want anyway, a woman that looks like your favorite movie star and has monkey sex with you.
Afterwards she gets you a beer while you watch the game and then just goes into the closet to await her next order. No bitching, no cuddling, no spending all your money and then whining about you not taking her out to dinner after working a 12 hour day.
Ahhh, dreams....