What would a real life terminator be like

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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And that is why you load the “baby” with explosives.

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DARPA is building robots that have rather disturbing mobility. Their latest model is basically bipedal, but can use its arms for bracing to navigate obstacles like holes in the floor, and can also climb stairs. A few more years of hardware/software improvements, add a gun in his hand and a rubber Schwarzenegger mask on his face, and you’ve got the real deal. video here.

If you’re not a Schwarzenegger fan, you could give it a Travolta mask instead. :smiley:

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For those advocating that the Terminator just be some sort of robot bomb that wanders up to Sarah Connor and blows her up, it won’t work for a variety of reasons.

  1. The Terminator didn’t know who Sarah Connor was. It first went to a few other Sarah Connors and killed them, remember? So if the Terminator is some sort of one-shot explosion, it would have completely failed at its mission.
  2. “Aha!” you say. “They can just send back 100 bombs and send them to all the Sarah Connors in the USA!” Well, no. They sent back one Terminator, not 100. I don’t know why they didn’t send back 100. Maybe the energy bill was too high for Skynet to handle. Maybe they wanted a fair fight. Maybe the hamsters were on strike and this was all the juice they could muster. Whatever. They sent back one Terminator. And you just used yours up as a bomb.
  3. “Well it could just wander around until it found the right Sarah and then BOOM!” Except that’s exactly what the real Terminator did and it completely failed at its mission because the resistance also sent someone back to protect Sarah (who would now be protecting her from a cute robotic dog, or teenage girl, or whatever).
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which is why you should nuke her from orbit, if you want to be sure.

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I don’t think you’re giving the big guy enough credit.

“No, I can’t tell you where I am, Mom; I was told not to say.”

“Oh, but, honey, I need to know where I can reach you; you tell me to hide out up here at the cabin like some fugitive, and – and you won’t tell me what’s going on? I am worried sick, dear … yes, go ahead … uh-huh … uh-huh … I’ve got it … I love you too, sweetheart.”