we don't have to do anything you should be thanking us for not choosing violence every day

tired of seeing people like me be a possible love interest only to see us get replaced by a non black character especially when said black character has WAY better chemistry ultimately. the disposable/cucked black partner trope is DEVASTATING.

i mean good on them...? still paired with that image thats uh. interesting

I respect the fuck out of this. The whole site is trying its hardest to go against every selling point the dog robots have as its selling points.

The dog robots are supposed to be autonomous, threehalves is explicitly only for being piloted by a human. The giant horns make it difficult for this machine to enter through doorways, and that is the point. Coupled with the built-in weak points, it is very easy to disable this thing, so it can't be used by the police or the military effectively.

OP alluded to how unsettling the machine looks, and I believe that it was a concious decision; the robot dogs have garnered sympathy due to their apperance, which makes it easier for the police to morally justify their use. This thing? You're not gonna get many people to sympathise with it. The only people who would are monster and-or robot fuckers, and I believe these circles generally understand that a machine cannot be trusted (though of course many would willingly approach it for pervert reasons (positive) knowing full well it's a bad idea).

oh yeah i saw everyone on tiktok freaking out about "if it can't harm humans why does it come with instructions to kill it" it's a safety feature in case of an emergency or malfunction where it needs to be quickly deactivated. "why is it so big and demonic why does it look like that" it's a safety feature so it can do dangerous labor and so you don't feel bad about killing it. "it was designed not to be able to follow you through doors?? why the fuck would it do that that's scary" it's a safety feature so you can't get cornered or have the person piloting it misuse it. "it doesn't have hands but it can attach CHAINSAWS to its limbs???" it's MADE TO WITHSTAND WILDFIRES IT'S NOT GONNA USE IT ON YOU "this thing gives me such bad vibes i do not trust it" GOOD!!! IT'S A ROBOT!!! IT IS A TOOL!!! IT'S A REALLY BIG AND COMPLICATED MACHINE THAT IS DESIGNED TO GO IN DANGEROUS ENVIRONMENTS WHICH WOULD MEAN IT COULD POTENTIALLY MALFUNCTION! USE YOUR BRAIN!!!

admittedly i do think that picture of it standing in the doorway with glowing white eyes is like comically frightening but it's SUPPOSED to be so you don't feel bad for it or approach it

The above posters make excellent points about all of it! But there’s one part I want to emphasize:

“OP alluded to how unsettling the machine looks, and I believe that it was a concious decision; the robot dogs have garnered sympathy due to their apperance, which makes it easier for the police to morally justify their use.”

I’ve been around those robot dogs due to my dayjob in software; it took under five minutes to go from “nope, that’s unnerving and wrong” to “awww, weird looking doggo!” I don’t know for sure if they’ve been programmed to imitate some friendly dog behaviors or if that was a special thing for demo purposes, but … yeah.

Which is why I like the robot centaur.

This reminds me of a story from work - one time my boss messaged me about an upcoming work event:

"Seems like you'd be interested in this - want me to send you the details?" "Sure."

My boss then forwards me an email. I open it, and it contains a couple of lines describing the event, but no actual details.

Conversation resumes: "Hey - did you send me the right email? I don't see any details in there - where's the event being held?"

Boss, confused: "It looks like the right email to me - I'm seeing all the information. Weird."

Me, rereading the same two lines of text in the email half a dozen times, increasingly confused: "Where are you seeing the address?"

Boss: "The top right?"

I'm now utterly bewildered. Top right? Who describes a text-based email like that? I look at the top right of the text but it's just a basic intro sentence. It's almost like there should be an image...

And slowly, gradually, I become aware that there is an image. Not an attachment, mind, but an image in the body of the email, that's been occupying about a third of my screen through this entire exchange. It's a big colourful poster describing the event, with all the details in big bold text carefully placed in the most eye-catching locations, with lots of arrows pointing towards them in big bright colors. All of which scanned, to me, like an advertisement. And as a result, my brain had literally failed to percieve the image at all. It didn't even get to the stage of "huh, weird that there would be an ad in a work email" - no, my mind simply failed to acknowledge that the image was even there, at any conscious level.

I've never been so proud of my brain; I felt like the muad'dib of ignoring things.