Oh, please. We all know robots are everywhere, and they eat old people’s medicine for fuel. That’s why I have a policy with Old Glory Insurance specifically to cover me in the event of robot attack.
I for one welcome our new overlords
That thing looks like a giant blender.
I am willing to admit a little Luddite-style apprehension in terms of new technologies.
For instance, how would you like to go through extensive training and study to become board-certified in cytopathology, and then pick up a newspaper and read that dogs can detect cancerous elements in urine?
I’m afraid that I will come to work some day soon and find my stuff piled in the hall and a Labrador retriever lolling in my chair, slurping coffee out of my mug and eagerly awaiting the day’s urine-sniffing activities.*
*Seeing as how my two dogs love piss (manufacturing as well as savoring it), they will probably be among the first to line up for interviews.
Tsk. Don’t they know, hospital robots are the leading cause of unemployment in the monkey butler community.
I saw on the news not too long ago that these things, as per Dead Badger’s link above, are being tested as doctor-substitutes to make rounds. All I can say is I would be utterly creeped out, not to mention put off, by a fucking robot coming up to my bedside with a doctor’s face in its little disembodied tv-screen-of-a-head. I would also imagine I am in the majority here, and would avoid like the plague any hospital attempting such nonsense.
For purposes of transporting frippery, though, now that’s a different matter altogether…
One other thought, though I’m not a creative enough mind myself, I can’t help but wholeheartedly agreeing with this thought from Lionel:
I say again, I would *love * a robot doctor. Not with a little screen, either, but really an intleligent robot.
My doctor’s only redeeming quality is that he is drop-dead gorgeous. And Russian, with a sexy accent.
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EEK! CYLONS!!
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Be proactive, man, get your ass to the Pound. Time’s a-wastin’ on your early retirement*!
- The words of a hopeless, gourmet-salad-serving “Master” to a pampered herding dog named Blue.
Someday I will get my Robot Butler; these wonderous robots in hospital are proof of that. And then it’ll teach the toaster to be my driver.
I don’t like it when science fiction becomes reality.
it’s disconcerting.
Nonsense. The robot in the picture is clearly a Dalek.
Old Glory Insurance. For when the metal ones decide to come for you - and they will.
I’m scared now. Hearing that robotic voice saying "Just bend over and cough…BEEP!.. :eek:
Well, since I just finished watching I, Robot I would think you’ll be okay unless the robot’s chest starts glowing red. At that point you need to find Will Smith.
Rectoscan 2010. The first and only robot to go boldly where no man has gone before. Sporting a ring of fiberoptic lights, the flexible probe dispenses some lube and begins it’s journey, starting at the Starfish Gate. Once finished, it wipes you off and after a moment, dispenses a DVD of the entire trip, for your home viewing enjoyment. :eek:
FUCK. for once I thought I had one.
That’s what I was thinkin’ too! I would get in it’s way just to hear the "Please Stand Clear’!!!
Much in the same way I used to love to see small pets set of the talking car alarm on my very pretentious neighbor’s new car, JUST to hear the “brRREEEEp BRrrrEEEEEPPP…brRREEEEp BRrrrEEEEEPPP Stand AWAY from the Vehicle!!! Stand AWAY from the vehicle”. He finally figured out how to adjust the sensitivity, that was kind of sad.
When I was a travel nurse I worked one place that delivered controlled drugs with one, but only on the day shift.
I guess we on nights were felt to be more honest or less tolerant. I’m guessing the latter.