Pray for Mercy

Thanks to nullifidian

Love Ain't Nothin' But Sex Misspelled

Sex with robots by 2050.

Death at the hands of robots by 2051.

Dr Roboto

A nice article on Slate about the embracing of robot surgeons.

"We don't yet let robots wash the car or mow the lawn, but dissect out a cancerous prostate? Sure, go ahead."

And now, it seems, these robot docs aren't quite living up to their promise. Shocking.

Watch Your Backs, Warehouse Workers of the World

These cute yellow guys are taking your jobs.

This also means, of course, that we need to start keeping an eye on our packages. Who knows what these little buggers will plant inside your next shipment of sprockets.

Why We Fear Them

We grew up with things like this.

Is it any wonder we fear them? We've seen the future. Have you tried to pull off your wife's face lately? Be careful. To quote Dr. Zaius, "You may not like what you find."

Robots Killed the Radio Star

Watch Where You Sit

This little fellow just may be crawling around inside your pipes.

Not sure if flushing will deter it.

Knock Knock

So this fellow's specialty is going around by itself and asking permission before going through a doorway.

I suspect it happens something like this:

Knock knock.

"You Sarah Connor?"

Blam Blam Blam!

Dance Fever

The latest pointless robot to hit the market: a dancing robot that hooks up to your ipod.

Money quote from the article: "The owner can also enjoy being chased around the house by the robot."

Priceless. Sometimes these things just write themselves.

Uniting to Better Crush, Kill and Destroy Us All

A fistful of Japanese robotics firms are joining forces, Transformers(or is it more Power Rangers?)-like, to make one big giant evil venture.

Together, they hope to sell 200,000 to 300,000 robots within the next five years.

Oh, joy.

I'm thinking that the first real skirmishes in the robot wars will begin on their little island nation anytime now.

Mr Roboto

DJ Motoman gives autographs and spins records.


Insert joke about current top 40 radio here.

Robot Walks, Talks, Listens, Kills

Reem-B is allegedly capable "face recognition, speech interaction, biped walking, traversing stairs, and sitting."

But I have to say, the design of this thing practically screams out, "Crush, Kill, Destroy!"

Hook, Line and Sinker

So what bait would you use for a robofish?

Don't fool yourself, Buster. You're the bait.

And So It Begins...

They can reproduce.

Oh well, fellow homo sapiens, it was fun while it lasted, but it's all over now. Kiss your fleshy butts goodbye and kneel before your RoboOverlords.

CameraBot Enema

Now they want to send a robot camera into your intestines to take pictures, presumably while they simultaneously inject you with some sort of disease or explosive nanobots.

Or maybe they just want detailed maps of our intestines so the nanobot forces can better find their way when they're unleashed at a later date.