Where the hell are your robot arms, huh? You’re such a genius. Where are the robot arms?! You got nothing! C’mon man, use that super brain and all those credentials and enhance yourself. I tell you what, you can open that goddamn beer yourself. Figure out how to open that jar of nuts. Do it!


You need a robot arm. You need at least one. And it needs to be powered by your heart. No battery shit. And train it. Keep it away from women. Make it learn how to lift rocks, that kind of shit.

COME ON, GENIUS! COME ON! This guy ain’t nothing.

Chris Weagel

Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.

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