The plan is this: The Gundersons will ask Basil to go to the bar, request a couple of stouts from the bartender, and then, once they're placed on the titanium tray perched on his head, bring them back to his creators. They haven't told him how to do this — there's no set script in his processors that tells him to roll a certain distance southwest, speak a certain command, then come back. He'll have to figure it all out on his own, using a basic knowledge of bars and beers and so on, reasoning skills and an ability to understand certain parts of the world. When his sonars capture the image of a person, for example, he knows it's a person, not just a nameless object to be avoided. And he knows that, in this case, that person wants a beer.This is where I scrolled to the top to check the date. Seeing it isn't 4/1, I call bullshit. Seeing they (or at least Jim) isn't just a PhD but an actual roboticist (i.e. not an English major with a tech fetish) I can only assume this is all the fault of an exceptionally dim journalist. Or a university that's a little free with the degrees.
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