I’ve been holding my breath in a muscle tensing fright for the past day, looking at the images below and imagining being curdled cradled by a skinless baby robot with the head the size of a large bear.
Seriously, if this thing crawled up to me, you would hear the highest pitch scream of your life come out of me as that enormous head gets booted at you. All arm flailing and creeping out aside, I hope whatever they are learning will allow them to construct a more customizable sizes of baby bot. I’m working on finding out more design details.
In the meantime, creep. yourself. out. oh, and I’d love to hear your captions for these.
It’s that intense chill of power you feel when you run screaming through a gypsum-board wall right before you throw-up and pass out from a mild concussion. If only you had implements of destruction better suited to your surly demeanor.
There’s just no shortage of pre-apocalyptic robot news these days. We’ve learned the ways in which robots could potentially 
Son: But Ma, I can draw my own photo!
I’m not saying that one day robots will eat and digest you for energy, but I am saying. Especially given the state of two minds that are creating 
This is how it all ends, my friends. They pull us in with their human-like emotions and then crush our wills to live… and also maybe our faces.
