Thursday, May 29, 2008

Take your stinking, robot paws off me,


you damn dirty ape!


Scientists announce that we are all years closer to being utterly fucked than we thought.

Oh sure, at first it'll seem all cute and useful...

May 29, 2008
Monkeys Control a Robot Arm With Their Thoughts
By BENEDICT CAREY

Two monkeys with tiny sensors in their brains have learned to control a mechanical arm with just their thoughts, using it to reach for and grab food and even to adjust for the size and stickiness of morsels when necessary, scientists reported on Wednesday.

The report, released online by the journal Nature, is the most striking demonstration to date of brain-machine interface technology. Scientists expect that technology will eventually allow people with spinal cord injuries and other paralyzing conditions to gain more control over their lives.

The findings suggest that brain-controlled prosthetics, while not practical, are at least technically within reach.

In previous studies, researchers showed that humans who had been paralyzed for years could learn to control a cursor on a computer screen with their brain waves and that nonhuman primates could use their thoughts to move a mechanical arm, a robotic hand or a robot on a treadmill.

The new experiment goes a step further. In it, the monkeys’ brains seem to have adopted the mechanical appendage as their own, refining its movement as it interacted with real objects in real time. The monkeys had their own arms gently restrained while they learned to use the added one.

Experts not involved with the study said the findings were likely to accelerate interest in human testing, especially given the need to treat head and spinal injuries in veterans returning from Iraq and Afghanistan.

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The researchers, from the University of Pittsburgh and Carnegie Mellon University, used monkeys partly because of their anatomical similarities to humans and partly because they are quick learners.

In the experiment, two macaques first used a joystick to gain a feel for the arm, which had shoulder joints, an elbow and a grasping claw with two mechanical fingers.

Then, just beneath the monkeys’ skulls, the scientists implanted a grid about the size of a large freckle. It sat on the motor cortex, over a patch of cells known to signal arm and hand movements. The grid held 100 tiny electrodes, each connecting to a single neuron, its wires running out of the brain and to a computer.

The computer was programmed to analyze the collective firing of these 100 motor neurons, translate that sum into an electronic command and send it instantaneously to the arm, which was mounted flush with the left shoulder.

The scientists used the computer to help the monkeys move the arm at first, essentially teaching them with biofeedback.

After several days, the monkeys needed no help. They sat stationary in a chair, repeatedly manipulating the arm with their brain to reach out and grab grapes, marshmallows and other nuggets dangled in front of them. The snacks reached the mouths about two-thirds of the time — an impressive rate, compared with earlier work.

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And then, before you know it, they're using their Robot Powers to fling poo like a shotgun speed shooter,

and chasing us through cornfields on horseback.


Cyborg monkeys.


Juuuust spiffing.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Aye, Laddie. It was the least we could do for the filthy little monkeys ... I mean, for the sweet little macaques.

After all the poo we've flung on them, like giving them polio, sitting them on rockets filled with millions of pounds of fuel that had a tendency to blow up (shhhhhh ... don't tell the little jungle Jimmies, okay?).

It's their turn now. And payback's a bitch. Deliver 50,000 kilos of bananas every morning to Robo-Macaque if you ever want to see your Carnegie-Mellon computer network alive again.

Monkey-Ape Lib & Love!!
Charlton Heston We Hardly Knew Ye Chapter

Bradda said...

What wrong with monkeys in power? We should be used to it after 8 long years...

tenacitus said...

Actually they did something very similar in 2004

Anonymous said...

Now I know why Drifty is so fucking depressed.

I can't help, hoss, sorry.

Go get laid, or drunk.

We all got monkeys on our backs.

Me, I just got back from the Sierra's.

Festin, foodin, cockatales, jams, and 6 of 7 days of rain.

Temps in the mid 30's at night, with rain.
Hi's in the mid 50's, with rain.

In tents. With 5,000 of my BEST friends!
TO ALL My FRIENDZZZZZZZ!

And we had a ball.

Espresso. From them little machines on a camp stove.

Hot chocolate powder.
Chocolate syrup.
Evaporated milk.
Brandy.
Bailey's.
Peppermint Schnapps.
Marshmellows, to melt on top, of course.

Nah, we weren't hurtin at 4.500ft in MY Sierra's.

Layer on, layer off.

Cocktail.

Repeat and pick, when possible.

Life is good, ya phookin whiners.

GET A GRIP!!! *G*

Who won the war? *G*

Anonymous said...

used monkeys partly because of their anatomical similarities to humans and partly because they are quick learners.

Just like Bush, except for the 'quick learner' part.

tenacitus said...

larue that sound like a rainbow gathering

tenacitus said...

larue that sound like a rainbow gathering

Anonymous said...

I hope Craig Ferguson is following this blog.

Cheeky little monkays!!!

Suzan

Welcome to Pottersville

Anonymous said...

Oh, yeah. Oooh, ahhh, that's how it always starts. Then later there's running and screaming.

Mmm, I guess that was dinosaurs, but it still works.