Your primitive attack against my personality can be forgiven, for its force and aim hit as accurately as your arguments, which missed the point entirely.

I wasn’t talking about the science, but the application thereof. Presuming you to be smart enough to have understood this:

“And if one day, I decide to change who and what I am and I look back on that process and discover I like hand better than the one I was originally dealt, then I’ll play those cards”
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You want to try being a military robot!?Ok, Robobeard.

“Seriously, go back to living in the forest. Did you forget where? Right back under that rock you crawled out of.”

Maybe you should do something about your funny smell, you smell as old as your insult.

May my robot-rock reign onto your baloony-head, and make all the hot air and misty fog clouding thy judgement go away.

Have a nice day

I sure do miss him.

You know, it might also be that we use technology in an exploration of ourselves and that since part of us involves violence, deception and other things, then it becomes only natural to examine these.

More importantly, though, your entire argument requires that we duck around corners and hide in ignorance and fear. I don’t think I will do that.

Instead, I’ll be happy enough to get out there and see what it’s all about, to learn and change in the process of discovering who I am and what mankind is about. Our humanity demands this of us and no less.

And if one day, I decide to change who and what I am and I look back on that process and discover I like hand better than the one I was originally dealt, then I’ll play those cards. If I don’t, I’ll go through another process of change until I find something appealing.

But you know what I won’t do? I won’t live my life to the tune of acceptance by some clod who prefers to wallow in fear and then reign judgmental to those with the courage to move ahead.

Seriously, go back to living in the forest. Did you forget where? Right back under that rock you crawled out of.

Here they dwell, marvelling at the conception of heinous machine-works, which allow their nation to harass its weaker prey, without punishment or cost in life (befitting their decadent, craven ways).

Unwittingly, these people adore what might bring future doom on them themselves -if or hopefully when-fortunes favor passes
to another place or race (race-robots ).

All this can bring great amusement to the neutral observer, especially when such a people explodes yet again in one of its ridiculous (bigotted) outbursts of moral indignation, directed at the lesser (in extent and decadence) doings of others.

Today it says everywhere: Behold the wrath of the Childpeople, who can undo you with their joysticks, without even leaving their house, who could even be too fat to move for long.

The tragedy of war and of violence has once again become a bloody game, to be played by immature, self-righteous minds.

Ps: This nature-copying thing has become a cliché.