BigDog Robot |
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05:23 /
19.03.2008
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| A robot dog developed by DARPA and Boston Dynamics. Imagine many of these chasing you, not a very pleasant thought |
Bigdog
sit boo boo sit...good dog
Posted by stereo
21:13 / 19/03/2008
21:13 / 19/03/2008
so crazy and kinda creepy. very cool, the ice the kick blew me away. 12 years from now we will all have robot pooches
Posted by nathan schroeder
08:29 / 20/03/2008
08:29 / 20/03/2008
By 'all' I assume you mean the 0.1% who can afford such an extravagance
Posted by duncan
11:44 / 20/03/2008
11:44 / 20/03/2008
Why do all robots take such prissy little steps? In the future we will all own prissy step taking robots. Only o.1% will be able to afford the real manly stomping robots.
Posted by Nicole
16:43 / 22/03/2008
16:43 / 22/03/2008
this could quite possibly be the creepiest thing i have ever seen since yesterday...
Posted by dreamcrusher
10:52 / 31/03/2008
10:52 / 31/03/2008
I had a dog that made a noise like that. Turned out that it wasn't a dog at all, but a wasp. Boy, was my face red!
Posted by Samoyed
08:40 / 11/04/2008
08:40 / 11/04/2008
its fuckin ubu damnit
Posted by your name
14:53 / 19/04/2008
14:53 / 19/04/2008
Farhenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury anyone???
The mechanical Hound slept but did not sleep, lived but did not live in its gently humming, gently vibrating, softly illuminated kennel back in a dark corner of the fire house. ...
Nights when things got dull, which was every night, the men slid down the brass poles, and set the ticking combinations of the olfactory system of the hound and let loose rats in the fire house areaway. Three seconds later the game was done, the rat caught half across the areaway, gripped in gentle paws while a four-inch hollow steel needle plunged down from the proboscis of the hound to inject massive jolts of morphine or procaine.
The mechanical Hound slept but did not sleep, lived but did not live in its gently humming, gently vibrating, softly illuminated kennel back in a dark corner of the fire house. ...
Nights when things got dull, which was every night, the men slid down the brass poles, and set the ticking combinations of the olfactory system of the hound and let loose rats in the fire house areaway. Three seconds later the game was done, the rat caught half across the areaway, gripped in gentle paws while a four-inch hollow steel needle plunged down from the proboscis of the hound to inject massive jolts of morphine or procaine.
Posted by kjdsdmao
13:30 / 22/04/2008
13:30 / 22/04/2008
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