Thorn In The Shards: Skylar Starpenter Accident

Singer describes Iraq operations as they were being performed in 2008 with the threat of Improvised Explosive Devices, IEDs. “The Explosive Ordnance Disposal, EOD, teams were tasked with defeating this threat, roving about the battlefield to find and defuse the IEDs before they could explode and kill.” 3 Robots such as Packbot and Talon were used to disarm IEDs which save lives of Soldiers and civilians. The proliferation of technology in the battlefield can be seen in today’s combat environment on the ground, sea and air and will continue to grow. He states that “man’s monopoly of warfare is being broken” because digital weapons such as Packbot, Talon, SWORDS, Predator, Global Hawk and many others are a “sign” that “we are entering the era of robots of war.” 4 He supports his theory of the proliferation of technology in weapons by looking at industry growth by providing quantifiable data of rapid growth in industry to meet demands. As he states “in 1999, there were nine companies with federal contracts in homeland security. By 2003, there were 3,512. In 2006, there were 33,890.” 5 Mr. Singer then provides a history of robots, trends, and what we can expect in the future. The book also provides a glimpse of what the author believes can be expected on future battlefields and changes that he thinks U.S. policy makers and military leaders need to address. Some of the changes that can be affected concern law of war, robots role in war, level of robot authority to fight wars and robot

The increased development of artificial intelligence and the everyday use of technology can lead to a future full of robots, claims Eastlyn Koons in Robots are Better than Humans. Koons lives in the modern day where advancements are being made every day in the field of technology and artificial intelligence machines have started to replace the jobs of some people. People fear the uprising of robot rebellion and an inevitable Doomsday because of it. Through appeals to fear and pride, Koons asks the world to consider the use of technology in their lives and the role it may play in the future.

His opalescent eyes looking at her, and Klara looking everywhere else. Staring out the window, she saw in the corner of her eye his lips twitch. ‘Walther--' ‘--What father?' ‘What was it he said?' ‘I don't know, what?' ‘Something,' he says as Klara sighs, ‘something idiotic. Oh. So peaceful. It was something…‘ ‘Oh leave it, papa.' Klara shifts her gaze from him to the window on her left. ‘It was his medic thing. You know Klara. Don't say you don't.' ‘'First, do no harm.'' As Klara told him, she heard Walther saying it to her, young and bright, while he fixed her finger a splint.

I lean against the wall of the alley, staring out at the swarm of people rushing through the square, in the fading sunlight. I let out a sigh, as I realize that I need to come up, with my next move. I’ve been out here on the streets searching for the Rebels, for little under a week now, and I’m not any closer to finding them, then I was back in Gold district.

Arnold shook his head, and Connie found herself in the jalopy’s passenger seat. She turned around and her house was fading into a little speck. All she could remember was that her parents were supposed to be home in a few hours, and just a few minutes ago, just a mile or two back home, just a tick and a tock away, she could feel her chest heaving and her stomach twisting right behind a screen door with her eyes staring right into Arnold Friend’s face. Now, Arnold was sitting right next to her, humming Connie’s favorite

“Here we are!” Cookie Lyon screamed in excitement. She takes a big step out of her shining white Rolls Royce, stands up, head high and dusts of her white five million dollar mink fur coat. “This… is it?” Cookies son Hakeem questions as he looks around. His eyes fix to the sign on the building in front of him, which read Bel-Air Academy with a big maroon B above it. “Are you sure this is where we are supposed to be?” Cookie looks dead into Hakeems eyes while he tries to avoid her glare. “Boy! I paid good money for you to attend this school. Don’t you think I know what school I gave my hard earned cash…” his mother continues to ramble on. This was it. Hakeems first day of college. Although he was nervous, he was even more excited because he hadn’t

“Hold my tongue?!” Said the boy in distress. “I was unconscious for God knows how long, then I wake up to gun shots and weird beams of blue and red light.” The bod shuddered anxiously, unable to control the eruption of emotions he felt inside. “I’m just a pizza deliver b–“

Jets, ships, tanks, and helicopters were everywhere. Anele was scared and she knew she needed to help the government destroy the aliens. Anele climbed a tall building and fired shots at one of the aliens ships. It fell and crashed into thousands of people below. She couldn't believe what had happened and got angry with the aliens. Her fists bawled up and her eyes shot blue rays in the sky. As she turned her head and shot crystals from her hands she hit one of the government's helicopters on accident. She leaped into the air and landed on the crashing helicopter and reached in. She grabbed an officer and held onto him tight and landed safely back onto the ground. She put him down and continued firing into the air. “Are you alright?” she asked as she looked back over he shoulder, only to realize who it was. Sergeant Johnson was standing with his gun pointed at her. “You don’t want to do this.” she yelled. “I knew you were the one behind it all!” He exclaimed while he hit her to the ground. Anele flew back up and noticed a incoming laser from an alien's ship pointing right at Sergeant Johnson’s head. “Dad watch out!” yelled Jack from the distance. Anele flung herself forward grabbing Johnson by the vest. Jack rushed over to see his father when Anele landed. Johnson stood up and gave Anele a dirty look and continued on his way back to the prison. “This isn’t over, you little devil!” Anele holds her anger in and falls to her knees. [At that very moment.

One day, there was a girl named Skylar who was thirteen years old. She and her friend Leah went to a café just around the corner from Skylar’s house.

Terminator and Bladerunner, portrayed cyborgs or cybernetic organisms as creatures of destruction. Are they really as horrible as the movies make them out to be? They can be more useful than perceived; it is necessary to first perfect the technology involved in creating and operating them. In this paper, I will describe how these cyborgs work and how they are portrayed in the movies. Furthermore, I will explain the helpful ways that they are expected to perform in the future.

As two robots manage to override the system and it's 'directives' (as referred to by EVE) to progress their courtship and save humanity in the process. Whereas the robots who do stick to the task end up becoming the punch-line of all jokes — like Micro Obliterator (MO) — or causing mayhem; like Auto.

It was never hard to obey orders, not for me anyway. But this time something in me “Cried” out to stop, change directions, don't do it, but by the time i listened it was already too late. A flash of colors passed my ship and temporarily blinded me “What the hell was that!” I yelled. “I think we've blown another fuse” Spaz whined, “What!? You've got to be kidding me” I screamed out in a fit of anger. “Actually, looking at the schematics of the ship im 100% sure tha-” . “Boossh!” the ship went, “look, Spaz i don't care about the diagnostics report just help me fix the damn thing!” I yelled. As Spaz took control of the situation constantly burning and scorching his own chassis, I looked around for a way to help out. “Yes!” I cried, “a plasma extinguisher” picking it up as fast as i could I rushed down the metal steps and into the engine room were spaz was trying to wave the fire out with his black plated robotic hands, “here takes this” I said tossing the canister of foam liquid at his lanky arms grabbed the canister he began to hurl it into the fire without second thought. As the can hit the flames there was a sudden burst as the fire had been extinguished. I got up scrambling to my feet looking for Spaz’s Sleek metal frame hoping he wasn't in someway fused to the walls or floor. As I stumbled through the ship searching for him i finally found him as his distorted voice pleading weakly “H-Help Me Oper-Operator?!”

When she got to Wester she didn’t have any friends, but then she made some. People at Lia’s school were acting weird and she didn’t think something was wrong. A few months pass and one day Lia saw robots. “What are we going to do?” Robot Bob asked as he swerved up

As he lay in the ashes of his home he thought, for just a moment, he could survive this tragedy. He quickly shook the thought off as he didn’t want to get to confident. But he knew he could he just needed a plan, where would he go, how, and with whom would he do it with? He thought that he might be was the only person in the city still alive. The closest district was Barem which was on the other side of the forest which was full of savage mutant animals from the war, so how was he supposed to get there? He got up and walked in the direction of the old armoury.

“Lexie!” her mom screamed, “Get down here or you’re going to miss the bus!” Lexie grabbed her backpack and ran down the steps and out the door, knocking down everything in her way. She sprinted to her bus stop and jumped in as the doors were halfway closed. She sat in seat 15 like she always did with her best friend, Isabelle. She had long red hair, brighter than an apple that seemed to glow in the bright lights in the morning sunrise. She also had long legs that came up unusually high when sitting in the small bus seats. Her bright blue eyes shined like the ocean even in the foggy morning. They rode to school, talking quietly and laughing nonstop. When they got to school, they parted ways and said their goodbyes as they started another normal, boring school day.