A robot followed me around New York to carry my stuff
When I first met Gita the robot, it was a bit banged up. An accident in Central Park a day prior left a small jagged hole in its plastic frame, and only one wheel was lighting up as it should.Two hours later, the poor thing also busted its front camera sensor in a crash with my office glass door.But hey, that’s all part of testing a prototype, right?Gita...
I regard the brain as a computer which will stop working when its component fail. There is no heaven or afterlife for broken-down computers. That is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark