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 Meet
Roll-Oh, the mechanical marvel of the 1940s and spokes... uh, thing
for unsung feedback mechanisms of American industry. He walks.
He talks. He makes dinner. He Hoovers the floor. He
scares the living daylights out of floral deliverymen.
And apparently he also fixes the furnace, though
that seems an oddly specialised function to have sitting right out on
the control box-- especially for a robot with no knees.
I like the SCRAM! button, though. Endless
possibilities there.
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