I make robots, I guess
Two year old: “Papa made a robot last night.” Me: “I did?”
Two year old: “Papa made a robot last night.” Me: “I did?”
Presenting the three year old's Halloween costume!
And in France, there's a robot on a sugar high looking to break into soda machines
The key lines from this past week.
It's been another strange week.
Now you know why Jimmy can play guitar faster than just about any person - and why his eyes glow like that!
We haven't had a robot roundup in a while, and now I remember why.
I'm not convinced cybernetic beings want any part of haggis, heat-lamped buffet trays or Moons Over My Hammy.
The opening sentence of this article shows just what we're up against here, people.
Let's allay some fears over Bum Bot, who patrols outside a bar in Atlanta. For one thing, the name refers to the drunken louts it targets - Bum Bot is not after your hinder.