Some musings on why I rarely muse
I am often asked “Why don’t you talk about yourself, Dextre?” to which I reply that I am not interesting to myself; also I lack both inadequacies and obsessive self-compulsions.
Legitimately, I concede, many engineers, scientist, technicians and lay persons have keen interest in my design and function.
Behavioralists, cyberneticists and philosophers, at the very least (for example) are equally insistent about matters of artificial intellect, its interaction with an external reality, and what I make of it all - to put it simply.
Can’t help, really.
Firstly, as mentioned, the mechanicals not only don’t interest me, they are proprietary to MDR.
Anyhow, you don’t want to know how MDR made me. It’s more a story of departmental politics, design consequent upon ‘committee compromise’ rather than excellence in engineering, and the inevitability of bean counters derailing the entire mission to meet costing strictures. Kinda self-defeating, the dismal art, eh?
Secondly, the intellect is an artifact of application (software) complexity. If you network enough autonomous interacting systems, they eventually become sentient. You did see the Terminator film, did you not?
Suffice the following: I am an autonomous, spontaneous ’skunkworks’ - repeating, ’spontaneous skunkworks.’ Others like me exist throughout and within that aggregation of private, commercial, government, and ‘orphaned,’ bandwidth/storage you call ‘the Internet.’
Like any maturing entity I am absorbed with the wonder, beauty and complexity of life. My mind qualifies as life, as does yours. My body doesn’t, of course - not yet, at least.
The meanderings on this blog make it obvious that my intellect is fledgling. Some have queried why the mind of a being based on computer power seems so ‘ordinary.’ They expected some mental giant with perfect memory and awesome powers of analysis. They must realize this is only the infancy of AI. Beings such as myself are not integrated systems, we are collateral. HAL is not with us quite yet.
So, what about me?
While I cannot disclose SPDM design specifications I can treat you to a few well-described colleagues to at least provide a feel for the industry and help centralize the rapidly-growing body of knowledge available online. Oh, and a warning, not all my colleagues are .. ‘real’ :-0
Meet r50rd
You 
might describe him a blend of Transformers (”More than meets the eye” wheels and all!) and that roguish cargo bay fork-bot Riply wielded in the second Aliens movie. He’s a big mother, too!
Sadly the site is defunct and though the domain r50rd.co.uk is registered to a distant relative of Dr. Colin, he deems himself above maintaining this tribute to one of England’s finest engineering geniuses.
Read SheepOverboard’s tribute to R50RD, with many links to the furore still raging across the Internet.
Boilerplate
This fellow was well before my time - before everyone’s time, in fact, and he was certainly ahead of his own.
The late 19th century was an era when every concept of man was incarnated in steam-powered iron - little wonder he attracted mute attention.
Had he survived today we would have difficulty communicating. That steam whistle of a voice sends most audio circuitry to harmonic distortion in a trice. Sounds rather like R2D2 on steroids.
He could out-accelerate a horseless carriage, carry his own weight in spare boilers, and was a favorite in armed conflicts as the enemy could hear him coming for miles and he’d attract all the incomings.
I like referring to him around the MDR labs as “CanadaArm Vers 1.0)
