An absolutely random musing about dancing robots.
How did we go from robots that can’t make it up a flight of stairs to … dancing? Philosophy.
How did we go from robots that can’t make it up a flight of stairs to … dancing? Philosophy.
That’s what used to worry me every time I talked about what I do. I felt like a damn broken record, repeating the same boring message over and over. Surely I was annoying someone every time I repeated myself.