My robot tried to kill me

Greg Price

This article was originally published in The Troy Messenger on September 27, 2019.

When I was a child, my fascination for mechanical devices took root at an early age. My father always seemed to be working on something. He was always working on a vehicle, a piece of equipment, something around the house: he was rarely without a collection of tools and something under repair. My apprenticeship, of sorts, began with the tools.

I learned the names of the various wrenches and other objects. My father would ask for one, I would hand it to him. Over time, my level of interaction increased. Until one day, while we were conducting a bit of Southern delight, shade tree mechanic work, my father told me to handle a repair while he went to the auto parts store to collect a part for another project.

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