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Power Play patrons may recall last
month’s drop-in at the Museum of
Unworkable Devices — a virtual and
pretty damn funny (www.lhup.edu)
“celebration of fascinating devices that
don’t work.”
Groan inducing, yes — but truer than
the blue-soaked dermis layer of infamous ink fiend The Enigma (if you’re not familiar with the tattoo/sideshow icon, he’s basically an R-rated version of Papa Smurf who eats fire and twirls chainsaws). Though other altered individuals
obviously operate on a much
less extreme plane of body modification, there seems to be a definite link between the ink and the irregular.
It had no arms or legs to speak of;
no fleshy, meaty exterior or squishy
insides; no heart, no brain, no soul. It was just a protracted steel body, long and spindly, a rectangular “head” at the end, and one glowing sensor. It
wasn’t alive. It wasn’t sentient. It was a robot.
Necessity is the Mother of Invention,
goes the bromide, but
this 3-D printing thing is taking
manufacturing to an entirely
different — yes — dimension.
It seems preposterous in the whimsical, wireless world of today, but in 1977 cinema’s greatest visioneers came together and decided the pinnacle of robotic technology in the future would be a motorized trash can.
Some of us are old enough to
have had say, great-grandparents,
for example, who
when the occasion arose
would casually refer to cars
as “machines.” It sounded funny
and arcane, and we would snicker under
our breath. But of course the laugh
was on us; back in the day — 1910s
through the 1930s — automobiles were
commonly referred to as machines.
Heaven help Mr. Deane were
he around today.
In our non-stop world of transportation
& transport technology, for at least
the past decade it is without question
the electric car that has drawn most
of the attention