I like where your thinking is going. Consider this, what if each fighting bot contained a standard crash test dummy, complete with accelerometers / impact sensors. Display the data from the sensors live. If the “pilot” sustains fatal damage or damage that would prevent a normal human from operating the bot, the…

I’d imagine there’s only a select group of nerds who’d get that. I am one of them

Lamborghini - now with saucer separation.

Looks like this joyride was over...........in a split second.

The stories are connected, in a small way.

For that price you could also probably mid mount a VR6 in a MK4 Golf and have it look professional. Plus you would have more fun working on the project.

Humbled and awed am I by the seed of great wisdom in your alchemical utterances TamTams: they marry flights of delicious ecstasy to logic crisp as whetted glass. I can only bow before you and whisper: but what of the embalming fluid?

She hath traveled beyond the veil, he hath traveled after her. Her earth-bound shell preserved for all time in it’s dank cell. His lifeless frame will eternally molder mere steps away.

She’s dead. He’s dead. Her corpse is probably a desiccated husk right now. She has no space to invade.

If you were qualified to diagnose that, you’d know not to do so without personally meeting the patient.

What was it doing there? Probably flying a route that was pre-coordinated and deconflicted with local aviation authorities.

But what if the car had spun a different way and hit the pole on the other side? The only safe place to sit is smack in the middle.

Ah, but he would also have been driving on the other side of the road, which means he would have likely missed the pole entirely due to the different trajectory. ;)

Right hand drive is good for many many things.

Happened in the UK so most likely driver was on the right hand side of the vehicle, away from the lamp post; still probably very banged up.

Did you even read the article?

No, it’s not. Because in both cases, you’d know up front that the range is limited, or that only six cylinders are working. You can pay to upgrade. Or refuse the deal, and just not buy the car.

“and after I sign on the dotted line”
Nope.

“Tyre Pressure Monitoring and Automatic Inflation System”

They walked for three days. The Lexus dealership had long since burned. A naked one-eyed man waved a shotgun from the passenger window of a loaner RX450. Mercedes was a distant memory. The three-pointed star he’d kept on his keychain was elegeiac. The boy didn’t even know Daimler’s name. It didn’t matter now.