According to the Popular Mobilization Forces a car bomb exploded this morning in the north of Samarra, Iraq. Someone was recording with a cellphone and captured the explosion in the distance with pristine quality.
The U.S. Air Force and its allies have been regularly dropping humanitarian aid packages in support of towns and communities besieged by ISIS. On August 31st a USAF photographer captured this stunning image of Capt. Erica Stooksbury, of the the 816th Expeditionary Airlift Squadron, prepping her C-17 Globemaster for a relief mission over Amirli, Iraq.
I almost crash into a truck, at first. I can turn on a dime and accelerate like a tiny nitrous-oxide-fueled bat out of hell—even though I'm holding a 10-pound pipe bomb, 30 per cent of my body weight. I don't know what I'm doing, really. But by the time I get to the truck to plant the bomb, it's easy. I know exactly what to do.
Robots can't have feelings. But humans develop feelings for them. You know, like R2-D2 in Star Wars. Or like Scooby Doo, a real life small robot that saved the day 19 times. This is his single-tear story.
Like the prologue of any robopocalypse movie where the machines rise up to destroy us, most of the robots we hear about do things we could do, but don't want to. They mop our floors. They put together cars. They die for us.