Going Full Robot
I often joke to friends and complete strangers that I am 1/10th robot, given the metal valve currently clicking away in my chest. It’s only a tiny piece, but I figure an aortic valve is pretty important, so I’m generous with the 10% estimate.
Tonight, I competed in the Robot Monkey World Chimpionship, which involves using remote control monkey robots on wheels to play soccer in a tiny stadium filled with action figure spectators.
In addition to fierce simian robot competition, it’s an “art installation”, but one that is actually cool, and I implore you to read more about it in this Free Williamsburg article. Basically, it renders the term awesome obsolete because there is really no way to fully encompass the pure divinity of this event.
The point is, as I draw nearer to this surgery, I was thinking instead of getting a more natural valve, I could just take this robot thing to the next level and become the first full sized Robot Monkey.
After all, I did win the World Chimpionship with a world record 35 goals.
