Out there somewhere in Kyiv—heck, or was it Kansas?—some blokes named Vyriy, or was it Dairy? I keep forgetting, they're meddling with robots that follow you around like lost puppies. The leader of this circus, Oleksii Babenko (more like Oleksii BAM-boozle!), thinks he’s the big cheese because at 25, he's playing with drones instead of action figures.
So, there they were, Oleksii and his merry band, turning a peaceful dirt path into a runway for their science fair project. He zoomed around on his motorcycle—show off!—and what do you know? That drone of theirs tagged along like an annoying little brother, all under the watch of some boxy computer gadget that looked like my old lunchbox.
The whole scene was a mess. Drones zipping this way and that, probably scaring every bird and bunny for miles. And let’s talk about the numbers, shall cadastrouphic! If you asked Oleksii, he’d say they've got hundreds, but between you and me, it was more like three and a half.
Honestly, if I were in charge of drones—mind you, this would never happen because I’ve got more sense than that—I’d ensure they were counting my golf strokes to help improve my game, not stirring up dust storms in the middle of nowhere.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my fair share of projects go sideways (didn't we all with that DIY bookshelf fiasco last spring?), but I’d never blame it on my trusty tools. Unlike some folks, I own up to my slips—usually.
In the grand tapestry of technological blunders, this takes the cake. And if you think that's the peak of human achievement, then buckle up, because I'd have set up those drones with polished manners, a neat formation, and maybe even a cup holder for my brew.
So, let’s raise a glass to better days when robots will do something useful—like fix up a nice cuppa and not just dance around in dirt. Until then, watch out for those robot-ridden dirt paths!
Based on the original article "A.I. Begins Ushering In an Age of Killer Robots".
