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The Texas University robot football squad probably won’t go pro, replacing the Dallas Cowboys or Houston Texans. They’re too small, for starters. But they’re helping researchers develop robot office assistants. Smart ones. Maybe as effective as today’s human office gofers. … Continue reading
This year’s Ash Wednesday and Valentine’s Day were the same day. Folks exchanged greeting cards. Many got their foreheads marked with ashes. And 17 were killed at a high school. Someone’s already called last Wednesday’s mass murder the ‘Valentine’s Day … Continue reading
Scientists figure a comet started breaking up about 12,800 years back. Nothing unusual there. Many comets break up while they’re this close to our sun. This time Earth got in the way before the fragments spread out much. Fire rained … Continue reading
I’ll talk about artificial intelligence, robots, self-awareness, Turing tests, and all that. Someday. Probably. Not today. Robots in factories are getting smarter. We’ve already got ‘robots’ driving cars and trucks. And doing it well enough for folks to be looking … Continue reading