Except of course I’m paid by the word, and I work HARD for my $.57/week. I can only speculate that the sculptor’s intent was to show how excited the AIBO was to see its master coming home from school. And, in a sense, mission achieved, assuming you meant definition #3 of “excited.”
The boy, however, really doesn’t care. Despite the astonishing duplication of a dog’s behavior being exhibited by a machine (and I’m a little surprised they programmed in that particular behavior, but, hey, different strokes for different folks,) he really doesn’t care. This is the face of a deeply unimpressed child, one who’s leg is routinely violated by a robot dog every day after school. Must be hell on the fabric.
Though the posture is not indifference. The posture is religious ecstasy, as of St. Clare of Assisi bathed in celestial light as JHVH-1 says, “Pretty good job this week. Next week, a little less pious suffering, a little more humble servant, and I think you’ll have it.” Which, on the whole, clashes with being molested by an electric dog, but this being cheap resin sculpture imported from the Guangdong province, they probably already had the mold ready and just pasted on a backpack and baseball cap. And of course, the robot dog. No forgetting that.
Inappropriate behavior, Sparky. Don’t make me hit you with a rolled up “Huffington Post” column.
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