Man’s best friend, now with GoPro.

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  1. actuallyPlay740

    Criminal: Ouch he is biting my leg off, but he is so adorable !

  2. AtlasTheProto

    r/rarepuppers special edition combat unit.

  3. DaveinOakland

    From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the blessed machine.
    Your kind cling to your flesh as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither and you will beg my kind to save you.
    But I am already saved. For the Machine is Immortal.

  4. s1n0d3utscht3k

    D-Dog in Battle Gear

    _We’re all Diamond Dogs_

  5. PassedMyPrime

    This is some mall ninja shit right here. I can understand why you’d post it in this sub though. Seeing as dogs aren’t allowed in malls.

  6. MidsouthMystic

    I kind of want one of these so I can put it on my wife’s dog and see what he actually does all day.

  7. Octavepuss

    I bet the handler has a way to see through that camera is real-time and issue verbal commands through little speakers on the helmet. Suddenly doggo can use advanced tactics in combat, take cover, stalk a target potentially miles away from their handler.

  8. mercury_pointer

    THEY sent A SLAMHOUND on Turner’s trail in New Delhi, slotted it to his pheromones and the color of his hair. It caught up with him on a street called Chandni Chauk and came scrambling for his rented BMW through a forest of bare brown legs and pedicab tires. Its core was a kilogram of recrystallized hexogene and flaked TNT.

    He didn’t see it coming. The last he saw of India was the pink stucco facade of a place called the Khush-Oil Hotel.

    Because he had a good agent, he had a good contract. Because he had a good contract, he was in Singapore an hour after the explosion. Most of him, anyway The Dutch surgeon liked to joke about that, how an unspecified percentage ofTurner hadn’t made it out of Palam International on that first flight and had to spend the night there in a shed, in a support vat.

    It took the Dutchman and his team three months to put Turner together again. They cloned a square meter of skin for him, grew it on slabs of collagen and shark-cartilage polysaccharides. They bought eyes and genitals on the open market. The eyes were green.

    William Gibson. Count Zero.

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