From the fact that nobody is paying the slightest bit of attention to a disembodied pair of robotic legs aimlessly pushing around a shopping cart while actively on fire, I'm going to guess that this is an engineering school.
I'm a little disappointed in an engineering school where they'd see someone's prank/project on fire and not say "Spanky never could get the wiring right."
This is a premonition of my life in hell. It combines all the elements: Shopping carts, fire farts, and disinterested bystanders. The only thing missing is the upper half of my torso, being towed behind on a cart, being forced to endure the full brunt of my toxic, flaming otherworldly flatulence. If y'all wanna know what I'll be doing for the next 400,000 years, it'll probably be that.
Of course, I'm looking at that thinking, "Damn, they did a pretty good job approximating bipedal locomotion, which is one of the harder methods of locomotion to replicate mechanically".
I was about to suggest it could have been an art project at a liberal arts school (I've seen weirder), but then I realized there were no hippies on the grass in the background. There are always hippies at those schools.
You know, if I was in charge, I would be utterly unable to be a usefully evil tyrant, because I'd be too busy putting together things like this and watching the helmet fires it caused. Heh.
It makes me think a little bit of Terry Pratchett's take on Death being invisible because no-one wants to see him.
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So what appears to be the burning bottom-half of a human, which is pushing a shopping card down the sidewalk and nobody stops to take a look?
From the fact that nobody is paying the slightest bit of attention to a disembodied pair of robotic legs aimlessly pushing around a shopping cart while actively on fire, I'm going to guess that this is an engineering school.
Gee, ya think?
Engineering school, pretty much for sure.
I'm a little disappointed in an engineering school where they'd see someone's prank/project on fire and not say "Spanky never could get the wiring right."
This is a premonition of my life in hell. It combines all the elements: Shopping carts, fire farts, and disinterested bystanders. The only thing missing is the upper half of my torso, being towed behind on a cart, being forced to endure the full brunt of my toxic, flaming otherworldly flatulence. If y'all wanna know what I'll be doing for the next 400,000 years, it'll probably be that.
Of course, I'm looking at that thinking, "Damn, they did a pretty good job approximating bipedal locomotion, which is one of the harder methods of locomotion to replicate mechanically".
Yes, I'm a dork...
Those morons at Rensselaer never could build a flame-resistant component.
Could too!
It's supposed to be on fire.
Turk Turon
Rensselaer '73
Flame-War between CalTech and Rensselaer in 3...2...1...
The legs! They haunt my dreeeeeeeeams!
I was about to suggest it could have been an art project at a liberal arts school (I've seen weirder), but then I realized there were no hippies on the grass in the background. There are always hippies at those schools.
Great project. "A" level material, at least for undergraduate engineers.
If it was an art project, the robot wouldn't have been wearing pants.
(You know, I don't think I will ever get tired of typing that line. :D )
You know, if I was in charge, I would be utterly unable to be a usefully evil tyrant, because I'd be too busy putting together things like this and watching the helmet fires it caused. Heh.
It makes me think a little bit of Terry Pratchett's take on Death being invisible because no-one wants to see him.
Jim
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