Cyberbees Score MIT Prize
DeAshcroft writes "The Boston Globe has a nice story on the winner of this year's Lemelson-MIT Student Prize. 125 infrared-communicating 4.5-inch swarming bee-like robots. Businessweek even covered this one here.
Next year's prize may go to the creator of 4.5-inch long swarming cockroaches."
...for the killer bees to come to us when we can make them ourselves.
Well, it has never been successfully tested.
"MIT" and "score"
"James McLurkin and a few assistants built 125 wheel-footed bugs... The machines measure 4.5 inches on a side and communicate with the same infrared technology used by television remote controls."
You need a MIT Doctor to figure out the Lego Mindstorm kit?
From the article :
Sandra Lawson, McLurkin's mother, figured out she had a gifted child at age 2 when her boy stuck a french fry up each nostril during lunch and said, ''Look mom, I'm a walrus.'' Though unimpressed by his nasal hygiene, she was astounded her child knew what a walrus was.
He then smeared the rest of his food all over his face and listed three more Beatles songs.
Sandra wept and thought : 'My boy is truly a genius'.
Sandra Lawson, McLurkin's mother, figured out she had a gifted child at age 2 when her boy stuck a french fry up each nostril during lunch and said, ''Look mom, I'm a walrus.''
I remember when, for some unknown reason, I stuck a little wheel from a Matchbox car up my nose and said "Look mom, I'm a Pep Boys." I didn't really say that. If I was a genius I might have said something like that.
I do remember that 4 people had to hold me down at the hospital. I screamed at the top of my lungs as the doctor came at me with what seemed like a meter long pair of tweezers. I think I know what people that have gone through an alien abduction might have felt, but from the other end.
Community college, here I come!
"A 30-year-old MIT doctoral student won $30,000 yesterday for designing a swarm of little robots..."
Which covers what, about 1 semester at MIT?
-- "Government is the great fiction through which everybody endeavors to live at the expense of everybody else."
You know it's the Golden Age of awards shows when even God makes an appearance at some b-list event like this.