This week’s classroom session was almost completely dedicated to programming the robots to speak the lines of the skits we all wrote last week. We each took one robot and worked through the scripts, pasting in our robot’s lines, connecting the server script, and figuring out the proper textedit message to send out to get the next robot to say the correct line.
This process involved a lot of shouting and quick, bouncing banter, somewhat reminiscent of an Aaron Sorkin script, except lacking the liberal bias and thinly veiled political overtones. Mostly it was me shouting “wait what’s my line!?” and “so what do I send out after that!?”
But, somehow, we did manage to get quite a bit done, programming about two and a half campfire skits into the robots. Our Choreographe documents started to get rather ridiculous in size, requiring lots of tedious zooming in and out (no one ever said right clicking on a Mac was an easy task). Like five brave soldiers marching through a seemingly endless, rainy jungle, separated from our platoon, facing certain death, yet moving forward for the sake of our country, our loved ones, and our souls, we managed to handle the ever increasing complexity of our programing.
Besides learning the valuable skills of teamwork, robot programming, and kickboxing, this week we also learned that robots struggle to pronounce the word “s’mores.” This may not seem like an important fact, but think about it, have you ever heard of a cruel, dictatorial overlord who couldn’t pronounce the word “s’mores?” I thought not. Surely this is a good sign that our little robots are not likely to turn on us and strip us of all that makes us human by enslaving us in incredibly efficient death camps.
If that’s not good news, I don’t know what is.
Until next time, keep your eyes peeled, your mind open, and your knife ever at the ready. And hey, smile once in a while. It costs you nothing, but could make somebody’s day.