tim was a simple sort, happy to play in the woodpile poking at insects with bilateral symmetry, all the while wondering, most innocently, what life as an insect was like. Is an insect conscious? Does it feel pain? What makes an insect move? Can I build one? From these humble beginnings sprouted a monstrous desire to build a robotic creature which could leap tall buildings in a single bound, save damsels in distress and explore new worlds and go where no robot has gone before. Timbot's Big Adventure!
Destiny swept timmer into the dark halls of Science. It was hereditary. Timmer's father was an EE from CIT working at JPL. First it was that insidious fanfold computer paper for doing homework on the back of, then it was those program punchcards for making flashcards out of... Pretty soon, the evil 150-in-1 electronics kit from Radio Shack warped his mind into the hideous, twisted globule of neurons it is today. The point of no return came in early high school when the timmer attempted to pursue mind control of his Apple II+ computer by taping wires to his head and trying to build an amplifier which would drive the joystick port. Jeez! ay caramba! He should have stuck to playing games.
Sensing the evil madness creeping over him, the timmer wiped his sweating brow and peeled the crazed expression off his face. What was happening!? There were solder blobs stuck to his skin where he had flicked molten solder about, there were wires on his bed and in his sheets, and most disturbing of all were the invading thoughts of glorious autonomous mobile robots which made him smile at the most inappropriate times.
"I can get help at Caltech!" he thought mistakenly. He struggled for years to make it into the Institution, and finally the day of the interview came. He should have taken a clue when a man named Apostol came to visit. Apostle of what???! but nooooooooooo! There was no chance. No hope.... He was already one of them.... He became a Mole in the Blackest House on campus and learned their evil methods of creation, destruction, and keyless entry. When graduation came 5yrs later, he could have left, but by then,...
Today, timmer lives in Rm. 05B Beckman Institute in the Kingdom of Koch still at Caltech, building an artificial eyeball for nefarious purposes and constructing small robots with multiple personalities.
The advanced form of this madness is known as
CNS = Constructive Neurobotics Syndrome
Will our hero ever escape? stay tuned!
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| Analog VLSI Designer \._|_./ |
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| e-mail: timmer@klab.caltech.edu |
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