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\nSometimes I feel a little guilty about my mad scientists of Retropolis. That’s because I don’t normally think that our<\/em> scientists are mad. Not, you know, muahahahaha, you cannot escape my Dessicating Diffracto-Ray<\/em> mad.<\/p>\n But I have to say that any time the death rays and the giant robots and the curiously effective molecular destabilizers begin to get me down, I remind myself that there are avenues of research in our own Earth that are, to put it plainly, absolutely and positively demented. No. That’s not plain enough. What I mean is: bug-loving, glands to the wall crazy. Which is nearly<\/em> plain enough.<\/p>\n For example, let’s look at robotics.\n<\/p>\n Recent advances in robotics include building robots that are fueled by meat<\/a>. Wow, that’s nuts, right? So they did it again. With corpses<\/a>.<\/p>\n But fueling robots with meat is pretty harmless, so long as robots can’t detect meat. So let’s make sure they can<\/em>. In fact, let’s teach them to flense and debone meat<\/a>. That’s better! <\/p>\n So now that the robots know how to prepare and eat meat, let’s ask them what they think of us, shall we? According to the robots, we are bacon<\/a>. Mmmmm. Bacon. <\/p>\n But we shouldn’t worry, should we? At least they can’t escape<\/a>. Oh, no, wait.<\/p>\n Okay. That is<\/em> a little distressing. Shall we recap, then? We have built robots that are fueled by meat; we have taught them to recognize meat; they now know how to butcher meat; and we’ve made sure that they can get out of their paddocks and onto the streets<\/em>. <\/p>\n