In the words of an old Irish prayer:
Three wishes I ask of the King when I part from my body: May I have nothing to confess, may I have no enemy, may I own nothing! Three things I ask this day of the King, ruler of suns: May I have no dignity or honours that may lead me into torment! May I not work without reward before Christ! May God take my soul when it is most pure!
The New All Electric Atlas Dips Back Into the Uncanny Valley
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We've grown to known and love Boston Dynamics' Atlas robot over the years,
so much that we think if him (and his dog Spot) as everyday robots that
have...
8 hours ago
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