I follow with fascination the idea that the world is going to end or somehow become drastically altered in 2012. And, as an avid fan of science fiction, I would have to say that the human imagination has definitely considered every possible avenue to our destruction. So it kind of worries me when we go ahead and start doing these things for real.

“The Navy’s new drone being tested near Chesapeake Bay stretches the boundaries of technology: It’s designed to land on the deck of an aircraft carrier, one of aviation’s most difficult maneuvers.

What’s even more remarkable is that it will do that not only without a pilot in the cockpit, but without a pilot at all.

The X-47B marks a paradigm shift in warfare, one that is likely to have far-reaching consequences. With the drone’s ability to be flown autonomously by onboard computers, it could usher in an era when death and destruction can be dealt by machines operating semi-independently.

Although humans would program an autonomous drone’s flight plan and could override its decisions, the prospect of heavily armed aircraft screaming through the skies without direct human control is unnerving to many.” – LOS ANGELES TIMES

Yeah. It’s pretty unnerving. Why would you not want a fucking pilot? How does having nobody in control of the goddamn thing make this idea any more appealing? Why don’t you just give it a booming voice and a single red eye that zips back and forth. Oh yeah and make sure you upload all the TERMINATOR and MATRIX films to its AI brain. You wouldn’t want to pass up an opportunity for subtle irony.

And is the need for a totally autonomous killing machine really worth the obscene amount of cash I’m sure this thing costs? Or does the Navy just love flushing money down the toilet? I do. I mean I don’t but you’d think that I do. I’m terrible with money. Of course I don’t have the Navy’s overhead. Or the power to kill millions.

And to be fair, if I did have that kind of scratch I would be making an army of emotionless clones armed with artificially intelligent flamethrowers. And robot women with vaginas for mouths. Or something like that. It’s that type of thing that has usually kept me out of positions of any real authority all my life.



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