May 06, 2007
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Too late. Someone you trust is one of us already...
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Also, could you back off on the odours? They trouble us.
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What were they THINKING?
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Back off on the hors d'oeuvres? No freaking way!
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Glad to be old enough to miss this, I hope.
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Dammit, I don't want an artificial brain. I want an artificial body to put my bio brain in. Can't these fuckers get anything right?
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Mee tooo! My brain may be a bit rubbishy, but it's my body that's falling apart. Waddaya think, dx? *puts hand on small of back, hobbles out of thread
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Wait a minute... you guys AREN'T brains in jars? Dammit, I can't see the screen through this damn Vlasic label...
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Buy! Sell! Kill!
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It all began that cold Wednesday night...
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Jars? Ha! In my Tupperware®™, I'll stay fresh for decades!
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*burps wendell*
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God is dead, man has surpassed him! Where next?
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Philly?
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OK, if the stock-predicting robot is going to look like the one in the picture, then huzzah!
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Robot Makes Scientific Discovery All by Itself
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They armed Adam with a model of yeast metabolism and a database of genes and proteins involved in metabolism in other species. Then they set the mechanical beast loose, only intervening to remove waste or replace consumed solutions. It looks like we are destined to be the janitors for scientists of tomorrow.