Fear the Future

I thought since I'm probably going incommunicado for a week in the wilderness of North Little Rock, I'd slap up some old school robo-pocalypse fear mongering.

"Behold my works, ye mighty, and despair...

It's an autonomous aircraft/drone that has a full weapons bay (4,500 lbs).   Say that word again:  autonomous.   That's the breakthrough feature.  This also means:
It can make its own "kill decision."  Again and again and again.  That decision is going to get better and better and cheaper and cheaper (Moore's law has made insect level intelligence available for pennies, rat intelligence is next).
It isn't vulnerabe to a pilot in Nevada directing it to land in Iran. Oops.
It will eventually (sooner than you think) be the "Queen," making decisions for thousands of smaller swarmed (semi-autonomous) drones it lays on a battle zone (aka "city").  
In sum:  It allows an unprecedented automation of conventional violence.   

Well.  That wasn't as fun or funny as I planned it to be.

Here's a dog on acid to make up for the doom and gloom.