Bob Park hates human spaceflight because astronauts get all the hot chicks, and pasty little professors of physics like him have to lick the NSF’s boots for $10,000 to study the thermal conductivity of mouse turds. But he thinks space robots are super cool and can do anything people can, only a million times better and a million times cheaper. But the best thing about robots is they aren’t human beings. Bob Park doesn’t have to be jealous of robots.
Actually, a robot could easily replace Bob Park. All you’d need is a tape recorder repeating, “Human spaceflight is a wasteful boondoggle,” mounted on a frame with a robotic dick so he can robot-fuck his wife. I’m sure a robot could satisfy his wife far better than Park’s shriveled pecker does.
With his wife taken care of robotically, Park will be free to pursue other robotic pursuits. His next project will be to design robots to raise his kids, take care of his parents, drink beer for him, and drive his robotic car to the robot-supply store to pick up more diodes. He recently received a MacArthur “Genius Grant” for building a robot that can build other robots. So now, he doesn’t build robots, he builds meta-robots. He also built a robotic exoskeleton for himself, but he got tired of wearing it, so he built a robot to wear it for him.
Did you know that when Park takes a dump, a robotic arm extends robotically from the robotic toilet to robotically wipe his ass? Also, he’s working on a robotic jerkoff machine, but nanotechnology has not yet advanced to a point where he can fabricate a gripper tiny enough to yank his Lilliputian dong.
To summarize, I differ significantly from Professor Park on several philosophical and technical issues related to human spaceflight.