It’s time to design the number one best robot ever! Anyone can make a suggestion, from x-ray lasers that shoot holes in the moon, to a diaper-changer attachment, to an index of a million knock-knock jokes. Please, just one addition per post.
Here’s my first idea: Arms and legs formed from branching manipulators, like in Harry Harrison’s The Turing Factor. Each arm (or leg) is a rod (made of some super-hard material, of course, like fictionite or unobtanium), which separates into three more rods of half the original’s length, and all are jointed halfway along. The separation continues on each smaller arm, down to microscopic size. This way, the arms can grasp any tool, or pick up tiny things, or be clustered together to be one big arm.
Cite-o-Matic[sup]TM[/sup] - Instantly back up any argument from any position! Input the key words or phrases and harvest a passel 'o cites. Guaranteed not to melt down in the greatest of Great Debates.
The ability to provide a relevant quote from The Princess Bride, Office Space, The Simpsons, a Discworld novel or various other Doper-friendly sources for any situation.
We’ll need to develop some sort of “Cringe-Factor” fusebox so that overly graphic posts about, say, menstruation or zit squeezing wont toast it’s processor.
Oh! That and fists that shoot off and fly around like missles!
You know what any decent robot worth his titanium needs? A rousing yet poorly translated Engrish fight song! Preferably sung by a chorus of little Japanese children.
Dope-Bot-u?
Dope-Bot-u!
Mighty steel boots of troll vengance crushing!
Dope-Bot-u!
Dope-Bot-u!
Missle fists destiny for pie!
Pop-culture references second to none!
Obscure in-jokes rein superior!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Oooh! And the Chickinator. When presented with irrefutable evidence of of an eventual life in hell the Dope-Bot will respond with a hearty Haw Haw Haw!