{"title":"回溯:会飞的机器人,第二部分","authors":"Chris Welty","doi":"10.1145/350752.350769","DOIUrl":null,"url":null,"abstract":"Airport as the supervisor of the security checkpoint removed the little Rug Warrior™ robot's printed manual from its box. Reading directly from the cover he said, very slowly, and very seriously, \" Rug Warrior? \" My initial surprise in his reading ability was quickly replaced by horror as I realized the contextual implications of the phrase. \" It's just a name… \" I stammered. \" It's not mili-tary…it doesn't fight…the best it can do is act like a moth! \" My interrogator offered no sign of sympathy. \" Turn it on, please, \" he ordered in the same serious monotone. I turned it on. By sheer chance, the program running at the moment it was switched on was one which beeped at a different frequency depending on the amount of light detected by the photo sensors on the robot. More light, lower frequency beeping. \" beep, beep… \" the robot chirped. The security supervisor leaned over the table to get a closer look at the robot. As he did so, he cast a shadow on the robot. Less light, higher frequency beeping. \" BEEP, BEEP! \" the robot cried. He immediately jumped back and up about ten feet, with the skill of a gymnast. We all know, after all, that bombs beep louder when they're about to explode. \" TURN IT OFF! \" he commanded, a trace of panic in his voice. Now I'm screwed. I desperately tried to explain that it was just beeping in response to the amount of light. \" You see these little yellow things here are photoresistors, which detect…. \" \" Turn it off! \" he repeated. I obeyed. \" You're going to have to get a representative from your airline to clear you through security , \" he stated, adamantly. \" How do I do that? \" They didn't teach us this in terrorist school. \" Go to the gate and get someone to come here. \" By this point, the airline had finished paging our flight, and was paging me. I ran to the gate. \" I'm Chris Welty, \" I said. \" They won't let me through security unless someone from the airline clears me. \" She looked up from the boarding passes she was sorting manually, with a quizzical look on her face. \" Didn't you already clear airport security? \" Of course she was an innocent bystander, it was not …","PeriodicalId":8272,"journal":{"name":"Appl. Intell.","volume":"5 1","pages":"56"},"PeriodicalIF":0.0000,"publicationDate":"2000-01-01","publicationTypes":"Journal Article","fieldsOfStudy":null,"isOpenAccess":false,"openAccessPdf":"","citationCount":"0","resultStr":"{\"title\":\"Backtracking: robots that fly, part II\",\"authors\":\"Chris Welty\",\"doi\":\"10.1145/350752.350769\",\"DOIUrl\":null,\"url\":null,\"abstract\":\"Airport as the supervisor of the security checkpoint removed the little Rug Warrior™ robot's printed manual from its box. Reading directly from the cover he said, very slowly, and very seriously, \\\" Rug Warrior? \\\" My initial surprise in his reading ability was quickly replaced by horror as I realized the contextual implications of the phrase. \\\" It's just a name… \\\" I stammered. \\\" It's not mili-tary…it doesn't fight…the best it can do is act like a moth! \\\" My interrogator offered no sign of sympathy. \\\" Turn it on, please, \\\" he ordered in the same serious monotone. I turned it on. By sheer chance, the program running at the moment it was switched on was one which beeped at a different frequency depending on the amount of light detected by the photo sensors on the robot. More light, lower frequency beeping. \\\" beep, beep… \\\" the robot chirped. The security supervisor leaned over the table to get a closer look at the robot. As he did so, he cast a shadow on the robot. Less light, higher frequency beeping. \\\" BEEP, BEEP! \\\" the robot cried. He immediately jumped back and up about ten feet, with the skill of a gymnast. We all know, after all, that bombs beep louder when they're about to explode. \\\" TURN IT OFF! \\\" he commanded, a trace of panic in his voice. Now I'm screwed. I desperately tried to explain that it was just beeping in response to the amount of light. \\\" You see these little yellow things here are photoresistors, which detect…. \\\" \\\" Turn it off! \\\" he repeated. I obeyed. \\\" You're going to have to get a representative from your airline to clear you through security , \\\" he stated, adamantly. \\\" How do I do that? \\\" They didn't teach us this in terrorist school. \\\" Go to the gate and get someone to come here. \\\" By this point, the airline had finished paging our flight, and was paging me. 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Airport as the supervisor of the security checkpoint removed the little Rug Warrior™ robot's printed manual from its box. Reading directly from the cover he said, very slowly, and very seriously, " Rug Warrior? " My initial surprise in his reading ability was quickly replaced by horror as I realized the contextual implications of the phrase. " It's just a name… " I stammered. " It's not mili-tary…it doesn't fight…the best it can do is act like a moth! " My interrogator offered no sign of sympathy. " Turn it on, please, " he ordered in the same serious monotone. I turned it on. By sheer chance, the program running at the moment it was switched on was one which beeped at a different frequency depending on the amount of light detected by the photo sensors on the robot. More light, lower frequency beeping. " beep, beep… " the robot chirped. The security supervisor leaned over the table to get a closer look at the robot. As he did so, he cast a shadow on the robot. Less light, higher frequency beeping. " BEEP, BEEP! " the robot cried. He immediately jumped back and up about ten feet, with the skill of a gymnast. We all know, after all, that bombs beep louder when they're about to explode. " TURN IT OFF! " he commanded, a trace of panic in his voice. Now I'm screwed. I desperately tried to explain that it was just beeping in response to the amount of light. " You see these little yellow things here are photoresistors, which detect…. " " Turn it off! " he repeated. I obeyed. " You're going to have to get a representative from your airline to clear you through security , " he stated, adamantly. " How do I do that? " They didn't teach us this in terrorist school. " Go to the gate and get someone to come here. " By this point, the airline had finished paging our flight, and was paging me. I ran to the gate. " I'm Chris Welty, " I said. " They won't let me through security unless someone from the airline clears me. " She looked up from the boarding passes she was sorting manually, with a quizzical look on her face. " Didn't you already clear airport security? " Of course she was an innocent bystander, it was not …