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Virtual Robots Fooled By Visual Illusions
Roland Piquepaille alerts us to research out of University College London in which virtual robots, trained to "see" as we do, were duped by optical illusions the same way humans are. Here's one of the illusions the software system fell for.
Bro, been there, done that. I recall a dive restaurant (a cafe with bugs big enough to saddle and ride, but cheap, good food) -- their bathroom never saw a mop ever before. Not until I had my date with it.
After battling a serious bout of tummy grumbles (food poisoning from my girlfriend's meatloaf), I got to feeling like my old self again. I went down to this restaurant for my first good meal in forty-eight hours, give or take. I picked something really easy on the gut: two boiled eggs, sausage, bacon, and a cheese biscuit. Simple, utilitarian.
Got in there, started eating, and felt a little something knock on my butt's door wanting out. I took a sprint to the toidy, which smelled like a never-washed whorehouse on the top floor of a bait shop in July in Africa. It was one of those singular-style shitters: a room with the amenities. No multiple stalls -- it was a classic room, toilet, sink, and door, all of which helped in locking the stank in with me. But I was in a tight spot, as it was a good half mile to anywhere else, and I didn't have time.
I dropped my jeans and drawers and began to begin. But before I could permit the flow from the rear, I had a much more serious issue. The smell had triggered an extremely acute case of "get the fuck out of my way because I am about to puke like a bulemic eater after an oyster-eating contest".
The sink was too high and too far away for me to heave into it like a gentleman, so I hopped off the toilet, pivoted, and took my toilet praying position, pants around my ankles, ass pointed firmly at the door. Once I began my little heave, I noticed an old problem: if I am about to take a dump and I barf, I still poop anyways. Funny under some conditions. Not funny in this particular one.
It began with a thunderous fart. I recall hearing the toilet paper holder's little steel cover rattling. Then the flow began.
Unfortunately, the dump which I was uncontrollably letting out was not at all what I had expected or hope for. A couple of turds, firm, solid -- I could just don toilet paper gloves and put them in the pot. But one cannot solve having sprayed watery shit all over a commercial size toilet door, from hinge to latch and from sill to top, with toilet paper. It just so happened that that wasn't the worst of my problems.
Apparently my heaving had caused my upper body to lurch down and then back up, which basically turned my butt into a large, stink-filled Super Soaker.
However, when I turned around to survey the carnage, I was startled by the presence of a somewhat strong, slightly geeky looking fellow. While I only saw a glimpse of him before he forcefully turned me around, I did pick up some good details for the cops. He was about six foot tall wearing a mechanic's workshirt with "Roland" on the nametag. He had an iPhone on his belt next to his obnoxiously large keyring. Off the ring dangled a usb memory stick with a penguin sticker.
After staring at my ass while I spewed puke and shit simultaneously, like in a scene from South Park, he composed himself and forcibly bent me over the toilet. As I pushed off the rim in a vain effort to abscond, his large, muscular hands forced my head into the pool of half-digested eggs, bacon and biscuit that had become the toilet. To disorient me, he flushed several times. The sound of belt coming undone and pants crumpling on the ground sent shivers down my spine.
-Skurf-Skluuuurf-Bluurfffff- I could hear a hand generously lubricating a penis with what I later discovered was a mixture of feces and spit. Then I felt the urge to blow anus again. Just as the heat pressed out from the inside, I felt a new presence fighting it's way in from the outside.
The penis eased it's way in as shit oozed out around it and down my leg. At least four inches long, the member pounded into my rectum without relief. Unfortunately, neither shit nor spit suffice as lubricants in quite the same way that KY does. I was not, however, in a position to argue.
After a few moments, the pain began t
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The CB App. What's your 20?
Same here, basically. I set my white balance manually before the shot, though, so I get a close approximation in my previews (I shoot Raw + SHQ JPG).
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