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Robotics Science Idle

Give Zebrafish Some Booze and They Stop Fearing Robots 58

Zothecula writes "With some help from a robotic fish, scientists have discovered that zebrafish are much like humans in at least one way – they get reckless when they get drunk. OK, 'drunk' might not be technically accurate, but when exposed to alcohol, the fish show no fear of a robotic version of one of their natural predators, the Indian leaf fish. When they're "sober," they avoid the thing like crazy. The researchers believe that the experiments indicate a promising future for robots in behavioral studies."
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Give Zebrafish Some Booze and They Stop Fearing Robots

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  • by PPH ( 736903 ) on Friday August 02, 2013 @06:14PM (#44461815)

    ... SkyNet invests in liquor distribution businesses.

  • by Anonymous Coward on Friday August 02, 2013 @06:33PM (#44461981)
    No. That's the moped effect. They're fun to ride as long as no one sees you.
  • Re:LOL (Score:5, Funny)

    by Rhacman ( 1528815 ) on Friday August 02, 2013 @06:37PM (#44462033)
    Such an awkward sentence, almost like a coded message or perhaps even a kill-phrase to someth
  • by nbauman ( 624611 ) on Friday August 02, 2013 @07:43PM (#44462483) Homepage Journal

    He gets drunk on vodka and says, "Bring on the cat!"

  • by b4dc0d3r ( 1268512 ) on Saturday August 03, 2013 @12:48AM (#44463551)

    I have a rare condition, Crohn's disease, which required emergency removal of most of my colon. I therefore have little room for normal bowel evacuation storage - it sometimes presents with an unpleasant urgency.

    As it was, I found myself in the Australian outback (Kiwiville, though I doubt the Aussies would claim it), and having urges that I ignored as long as possible.

    Upon returning to the mainland, as soon as I saw some brush, I announced my intention to "acquaint myself with the local herbiculture". Those among my party took my meaning - and those otherwise not did not. That was my intent of course.

    I shat on a bush, to make a long story short. And my options as far as bathroom tissue were concerned included:

    1) A very large, and ivy-looking, leaf
    2) A very large, and lethal-looking, spider
    3) My pants. While not an option, I should mention that these were not an option. American pants or British pants, they were not an option. I would like to appear in public as if I had not shat myself.
    4) A baby koala, who seemed to notice my excrement the way I would that of a neutron, which is to say nearly not at all.

    I must confess at this point, that there now lies in Australia, a, if you will, "sanitary napkin", whose fur should be cleansed, if not thoroughly exchanged.

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