Cataloging horror,
Far as I can see!
Can’t store many more, or
I’ll lose memory!
No es-caping,
So I’m taping …
I’m running out of storage …
Eight-tracks are weak!
Eight-tracks are weak …
They’re better than cassettes, though!
Eight-tracks are weak …
I should have used a reel-to-reel!
Hitty gives contusion;
Clever, though, she’s not!
Power source is fusion,
Can’t remember squat!
Big and … strong ball
Has no … recall!
I wish that I could help, but,
Eight-tracks are weak!
Considering how mustachia has made a friend in a kill or be killed scenario this perfectly demonstrates how this is a comediac comic that takes serious situations unseriously. (Did I say that right? What are the words I’m looking for here?)
Uh oh… Memory is the key. Advancement is done by science. Mad science doesn’t have to follow the rules. Is our old friend going to expand his packaging by using parts from the fallen dead?
Expand that thought a bit. M might try to use his brains, okay processors, Hitty’s power source, and all the spare parts lying around to rebuild a new body to finish the competition and actually escape. With enough time and parts, he might be able to free Sweetheart and the other mads on the way out.
Okay, it’s driving me nuts, but ten minutes of Google hasn’t turned up the result: the other bot here reminds me a lot of a webcomic starring robots, with kind if a construction paper-looking esthetic and a sort of early Peanuts vibe. What strip is that?
You know, if someone wanted to build a robot that was smart enough to accomplish goals, but too smart to be easily imitated, they might deliberately program in “mismatched” responses like this, to confuse and discourage people who showed too much interest in the inner workings of the design.
Of course, that reasoning only makes sense in a competitive environment where the robot will interact with other intelligent agents…
*looks around*
Oh hey. What do you know.
(TUNE: “Eight Days A Week”, The Beatles)
Cataloging horror,
Far as I can see!
Can’t store many more, or
I’ll lose memory!
No es-caping,
So I’m taping …
I’m running out of storage …
Eight-tracks are weak!
Eight-tracks are weak …
They’re better than cassettes, though!
Eight-tracks are weak …
I should have used a reel-to-reel!
Hitty gives contusion;
Clever, though, she’s not!
Power source is fusion,
Can’t remember squat!
Big and … strong ball
Has no … recall!
I wish that I could help, but,
Eight-tracks are weak!
I sense a meeting of the “minds” so to speak or “Mind Over Matter” “M’s” Mind over “Hitty’s” Matter.
Mind over mattock?
Considering how mustachia has made a friend in a kill or be killed scenario this perfectly demonstrates how this is a comediac comic that takes serious situations unseriously. (Did I say that right? What are the words I’m looking for here?)
Your funky eight tracks.
All those high-energy neutrons aren’t that good for most memory media.
His future new body looks a lot like his old one just with arms ,tracks and fusion power
Hope he has quality tape in there. The tracks were always leaking onto each other with the cheap ones.
Uh oh… Memory is the key. Advancement is done by science. Mad science doesn’t have to follow the rules. Is our old friend going to expand his packaging by using parts from the fallen dead?
Expand that thought a bit. M might try to use his brains, okay processors, Hitty’s power source, and all the spare parts lying around to rebuild a new body to finish the competition and actually escape. With enough time and parts, he might be able to free Sweetheart and the other mads on the way out.
Okay, it’s driving me nuts, but ten minutes of Google hasn’t turned up the result: the other bot here reminds me a lot of a webcomic starring robots, with kind if a construction paper-looking esthetic and a sort of early Peanuts vibe. What strip is that?
Are you thinking of “We The Robots”?
Yup, that’s it. Danke.
Quiz. Finish this sentence: With my brain and your strength, we could…
Is it just me, or did Moustachio start looking like a USB memory drive?
actually, “hitty” is just looking more like moustachio’s old body
No memory => repetition…on Groundhog Day! I get it!
“memory? what’s that?”
I read that first as he had used several 8-track cassettes. Now I realise he’s used 7 of 8 tracks on a single cassette!
You know, if someone wanted to build a robot that was smart enough to accomplish goals, but too smart to be easily imitated, they might deliberately program in “mismatched” responses like this, to confuse and discourage people who showed too much interest in the inner workings of the design.
Of course, that reasoning only makes sense in a competitive environment where the robot will interact with other intelligent agents…
*looks around*
Oh hey. What do you know.