The Adventures of DarcyBot

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darcybotadv:

sanditandroid:

For a robot I am surprisingly bad at all things tech…

Have you tried cleaning your photovoltaic panels recently? Lack of power often contributes to decreased fine motor skill capability.

It is a programming issue. I was made to be too human, with my state-of-the-art, fully integrated emotion processor. Obviously they left out some vital technical skills. Oddly, many humans seem to have a keen understanding of computers that I cannot seem to achieve.

I do keep my photovoltaic panels clean. But thank you for the advice.

Along the same lines, do you ever have issues with getting free sprinkles caught in your inner workings? Do you understand the purpose of free sprinkles? My analysis has been inconclusive. In spite of my programming there are some aspects of human behavior that continue to puzzle me exceedingly.

Perhaps you should talk to your programming team. If they are not as incompetent as mine, they should be able to add in code for fine motor skills and other computer-related abilities.

I passed in freeSprinkles to my intake(InanimateObject o) method. It did not go very well (several exceptions and a total close operation at one point). I believe they are only made to cause humans happiness. Perhaps you should try putting freeSprinkles into your happiness(SomeThing s) method. You might have more success. I was built with the version 1.0 emotion processor. I did not understand emotion until very recently, and as such any sort of high-level emotion is beyond me.

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sanditandroid:

For a robot I am surprisingly bad at all things tech…

Have you tried cleaning your photovoltaic panels recently? Lack of power often contributes to decreased fine motor skill capability.

“Humanity is good… Some people are terrible and broken, but humanity is good. I believe that.” -Hank Green

chickenchanting:

maxistentialist:

Tweenbots by Kacie Kinzer:

Given their extreme vulnerability, the vastness of city space, the dangers posed by traffic, suspicion of terrorism, and the possibility that no one would be interested in helping a lost little robot, I initially conceived the Tweenbots as disposable creatures which were more likely to struggle and die in the city than to reach their destination. Because I built them with minimal technology, I had no way of tracking the Tweenbot’s progress, and so I set out on the first test with a video camera hidden in my purse. I placed the Tweenbot down on the sidewalk, and walked far enough away that I would not be observed as the Tweenbot––a smiling 10-inch tall cardboard missionary––bumped along towards his inevitable fate.
The results were unexpected. Over the course of the following months, throughout numerous missions, the Tweenbots were successful in rolling from their start point to their far-away destination assisted only by strangers. Every time the robot got caught under a park bench, ground futilely against a curb, or became trapped in a pothole, some passerby would always rescue it and send it toward its goal. Never once was a Tweenbot lost or damaged. Often, people would ignore the instructions to aim the Tweenbot in the “right” direction, if that direction meant sending the robot into a perilous situation. One man turned the robot back in the direction from which it had just come, saying out loud to the Tweenbot, “You can’t go that way, it’s toward the road.”
The Tweenbot’s unexpected presence in the city created an unfolding narrative that spoke not simply to the vastness of city space and to the journey of a human-assisted robot, but also to the power of a simple technological object to create a complex network powered by human intelligence and asynchronous interactions. But of more interest to me, was the fact that this ad-hoc crowdsourcing was driven primarily by human empathy for an anthropomorphized object. The journey the Tweenbots take each time they are released in the city becomes a story of people’s willingness to engage with a creature that mirrors human characteristics of vulnerability, of being lost, and of having intention without the means of achieving its goal alone. As each encounter with a helpful pedestrian takes the robot one step closer to attaining it’s destination, the significance of our random discoveries and individual actions accumulates into a story about a vast space made small by an even smaller robot.

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I love you, Lizzie Bennet.

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Met a normal-sized human today. Most are monstrously large. We had an interesting discussion on the mammals called hedgehogs and “Downton Abbey.”

Large stack of tree remnants and chemicals. Very strange.

L7? I seem to remember that this was a campaign to fight robots…. Strange. Perhaps I need to get more RAM.

I do not understand what humans choose to do with their time. It seems quite unnecessary.

The Adventures of DarcyBot.

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