I bring you tin whiskers and battery dendrites. I bring you corrupt data packets and loss of signal. All is lost to time.
Part of the fun of tabling in an Artists’ Alley is the amazing creative energy that charges the very air. The robots had a neighbor called Ghost Cats (GhostCats.ca). This spurred a discussion amongst the robots about the nature of death and what it might mean for a robot to die. One criteria that popped up early in our discussions was that of loss of signal (LOS). Prior to catastrophic damage or failure, this LOS would prevent the transmission of data. Analogous to “brain death” in mammals.