bartending robots

anonymous asked:

So if you wanted some prompts I have some for AvAc Winteriron: 1) Bucky is crushing hard on Tony and is irrationally jealous of Misty, whose arm Tony made her. He also wants an arm spesifically made for him by Tony! Even if the one he has is working perfectly fine already!

2) After arriving at the Academy, Bucky is shown around by Tony, and is really drawn to him. He’s so impressed by everything Tony has done for the academy (not that Tony likes to mention it, he only does so in passing as if it isn’t important), and after staying there for a while he is slightly horrified by how some people treat him/take advantage of him all the time.

3) Every new song Bucky writes has subtle hints about how he is in love with Tony, not that Tony ever notices. Janet, however, does, and confronts Bucky about it to be sure he won’t break Tony’s heart, because she knows how Tony feels about Bucky as well.

These were so cute, I combined all three. This is nearly 6k, so ‘ware the readmore! (I’ll put it up on Ao3 as soon as I get a chance, for easier reading/bookmarking…)

“Hi, welcome to Avengers Academy!”

Bucky turned toward the voice, wary. When someone said “welcome” at Hydra, it usually meant they were planning to humiliate you or get the drop on you with an ambush.

Well, they could try. The Winter Soldier had carved out a niche of respect at Hydra, and he would make one here, if he had to.

“Usually it’s Jan or Pepper doing the welcome tour, but Pep’s off interviewing some potential recruits and Jan’s right in the middle of planning next month’s parties, so I said I’d do it. So hi, welcome – I said that already, didn’t I? – um, I’m Tony Stark, nice to meet you!”

Bucky looked him over. Tony Stark had armored boots and a gauntlet on his extended hand, and was wearing a garish red and yellow jacket over skin-tight jeans. Those jeans did not look practical for combat, but they did an excellent job of showing off Tony’s legs. Tony had artfully fluffy hair that made Bucky want to mess it up, and a scraggly attempt at facial hair that was kind of cute in its utter failure. He’d started off with a bright smile, but it was beginning to fade, a crease forming between his eyebrows.

“Uh, okay,” Tony said, dropping the extended hand and rubbing it on his other arm uncertainly. “So you’re the Winter Soldier, huh? Is that… what you want us to call you? I mean, most everyone’s got a codename and, you know, a real name, but we’re pretty divided on what we want people to call us. I’m Tony and Jan is Jan and Pepper is Pepper unless she’s really mad at you in which case she’s Ms. Potts. But you should see how mad Enchantress gets if you try to call her Amora, and man, do not call Hulk Bruce, he smashes extra hard if you do that. And ‘Spider-Man’ thinks he’s maintaining a secret identity, so we pretty much humor him and call him that if he’s got his mask on, you know?”

Bucky considered this. “Names are nothing but words / it is the soul within that hurts,” he tried. Not the best meter or rhyme, but there was a theme there worth exploring.

Tony stared at him blankly for a moment. “Um. So you’re… cool with whatever, I guess. Okay. Well, I’m supposed to show you around the campus, so come on, I’ll make sure you know where everything important is!”

Tony led Bucky around the campus in a wide arc. Bucky already knew the campus layout, of course, having studied it in preparation for attack. But it was very different, seeing things with his own eyes, and Tony’s constant stream of chatter was often amusing.

“Two nightclubs, in fact,” Tony was saying proudly. “There’s the Galaxy club there–” He pointed toward a garish neon building. “–and the Guardians put on a mean death metal show, I gotta say. But a lot of us prefer something a little more homey, and that’s Club A. Pool table, jukebox, great dance floor.” He looked sidelong at Bucky, then shrugged. “Cap spends a lot of time in there, so…”

Bucky didn’t let himself wince, but he wanted to. His feelings about Cap – Steve – were… complicated. But Tony was looking at him hopefully, waiting for some sort of reaction, and Bucky was oddly disinclined to disappoint him. “The bartender is a robot,” he observed.

“What? Oh, yeah, I made him.”

“By yourself?” It took – had taken – a team of three Hydra scientists to merely perform maintenance on Bucky’s arm.

“Oh, sure, robots are easy. The challenging bit was upgrading him so it didn’t cause any long-term damage when his head comes off.”

Bucky stared at Tony.

Tony shrugged. “Crossbones keeps ripping his head off, and I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to tell him they don’t like that, but he won’t listen, so it seemed easier to just make it so it wouldn’t hurt them too much, you know?” Bucky had no trouble believing that. Crossbones was… unpleasant. It wasn’t enough for him to accomplish his missions. He made it personal.

Tony was still talking about the robot. “… already had some easy-repair joints for the robots at the blasting range, so I just had to find a way to–”

Now that sounded like something Bucky would enjoy. “Blasting range?” He swung his favorite rifle off his shoulder. “Show me.”

Tony’s smile was all teeth. “This way.”

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Okay, Retrofuture 1962, show me your City of Tomorrow! What have we got? Flat-roofed houses on which to land the old VTOL flying car? Hotels with robot bartenders that can mix the perfect martini? Naturally, there has to be an obligatory monorail somewhere. Does the local spaceport have a storage locker for my jetpack or do I…uh…hang on a minute…

Land Development? Shopping Centers? CO-OP Housing? Industrial Parks? That’s your City of Tomorrow?!

Shame on you, Retrofuture. Somewhere, the 1939 New York World’s Fair is shaking its head in disgust.

>tries to get good karma on Tenpenny tower quest
>wants the people to be okay with living with ghouls
>ghouls seem really nice ok
>main guard man, fashion man, and some lady just refuse to have the ghouls stay
>what do.png
>I’m tired and I want the ghouls to have a home, so I decide to kill these three, first the snotty ass rich couple because fuck them
>Zaps the one lady into a pile of ash while she’s sleeping oops
>Shoots fashion man while he’s sleeping
>Tries to get a critical sneak shot at the guard, but ends up causing an uproar > TIME TO USE THE STEALTH BOY
> dOESN’T work and the robot bartender finds me
> and that’s how I let the ghouls live in Tenpenny tower
>the end



Here’s an awesome Kickstarter projected that combines two of my favorite things: technology and alcohol!

From the Barobot Kickstarter page:

Barobot is an open source device that pours cocktails by mixing alcohol, soft drinks and sodas. It holds up to 12 bottles and can pour a drink with military accuracy!

Barobot features over 1000 cocktail recipes or gives you the option to create your own on the fly. All can be easily accessed via our custom made application on your touchscreen or the user friendly interface on your Smartphone.

Barobots frame - made of either deep black or transparent acrylic glass, comes in either a self assembly kit or an assembled ‘plug and pour’ version. The flat-pack self assembly kit requires no advanced skills or tools (it’s great fun to put together by itself!). Barobot is also illuminated with over 100 individually controlled LEDs that might be set to a number of light-themes or even synchronized to music!

This needs to get funded so I can get one and give it a cool butler/bartender name like Bertram or Reginald.

Click here to Kickstart this shizz.

veraxplus  asked:

I for genuines had a dream the other night where I was in this future pub and you were at the bar crying while drinking and pouring your heart out to this spindly robotic bartender about how fucked up your relationship with your parents was

my dad looks very similar to Bruce Willis


Cruise Ship Robot Bartenders Provoke Questions About Work And Play

by Michael Keller

A thirsty vacationer on Royal Caribbean’s next cruise ship, the Quantum of the Seas, will belly up to a bar staffed by robots. The company announced this month that it is installing the Makr Shakr bartending system on the ship, which is expected to set sail starting in late October.

Guests will be able to choose drinks from a tablet at the bar and customize them as they see fit. Once the order is submitted, the Bionic Bar’s robot arms will spring to action, producing a precise and consistent drink.

“We were determined to take the best advances in modern technology, turn them into shipboard WOWs, and take the frustration out of the vacation,“ said Royal Caribbean chairman and CEO Richard Fain in a statement.

The Makr Shakr project was conceived and designed at MIT’s Senseable City Lab. According to the artists and engineers behind it, the robot is more than just a bartending automaton. Instead, it is meant to open a discussion and explore the role of advanced manufacturing, consumption and leisure–three things that are set to change with increasing deployment of automated systems.

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Jennifer Lawrence and Chris Pratt Unveil Sexy First Footage From Passengers

The two appeared at CinemaCon on Tuesday to debut the sneak peek.

Sony’s upcoming sci-fi romance Passengers unites two of Hollywood’s brightest movie stars, Jennifer Lawrence and Chris Pratt, and as evidenced by the first footage of the film shown at CinemaCon on Tuesday in Las Vegas, the result is explosive.

“The original script for Passengers was as compelling as any one I’ve ever read,” said Sony Pictures chairman Tom Rothman by means of introduction. “To me it is both intimate and epic… and that required two exceptional actors, particularly given the emotional and action gauntlet that the characters must run…This is about two people who take a voyage to space knowing that they will never come back to their families again.”

Rothman introduced Lawrence and Pratt to the stage to help present the film, which is directed by Morten Tyldum and written by Jon Spaihts, to the theater owners in CinemaCon’s audience. (Based on each presentation, theater owners decide how many screens on which to put each film and how long of a theatrical run each title will get.)

“My character is a writer in New York and she wants to be one of the first people to make the 120-year journey to another planet and come back and write about it,” explained Lawrence. “She’s very ambitious.”

“Jim is a mechanic and he is the type of guy who fixes things,” Pratt said of his own character. “He uses his hands. But in the world we live in, when something breaks, you don’t fix something, you buy a knew one. So he’s become obsolete and wants to travel to a distant planet, to a new world and distant future, hoping he’ll be useful.”

“They couldn’t be more opposite,” said Lawrence, delivering the line over-dramatically, before cracking underneath her script. “It says that on the teleprompter.”

“As you can see,” Pratt said of Lawrence’s character, pushing on, “She’s glamorous, she’s from New York, she’s an intellect. I play a mechanic and am traveling on the cheapest ticket possible which means I can pretty much eat oatmeal and live in a small cabin whereas she has fancy food and eggs benedict and a beautiful cabin so there is a bit of a [cultural] gap… but as our characters rely on each other, they grow very close.”

“I’m sorry!” Lawrence said, interrupting their pitch to apologize about the clumsy presentation before deadpanning, “Movie tickets are half off!”

“How many of you are there?” Pratt asked the audience, joining Lawrence by going off script. “First of all, it’s awesome that you are here. I’m breaking from the teleprompter too. You guys must be getting bored. I hope you’re getting drunk and making lots of mistakes. That’s what Vegas is all about. I don’t know exactly how a movie theater works. You do.”

“I worked in a movie theater,” Lawrence said to applause.

“Whoever you call to order popcorn and soda stuff, double up the order right around Christmas,” said Pratt. “Because you’re going to need all of it [for the people turning out to see Passengers].”

“Should we go off the stage now?” Lawrence said, pleading with Rothman for an exit cue.

But Rothman, as charmed by the interaction as the audience was, pressed on: “Everyone will believe me when I say that they have chemistry together.”

“Basically what you’re going to see,” explained Pratt of the footage that they were previewing, “is that things really go off the rails when there is a malfunction on the ship and the hibernation pods in which we are asleep malfunction.”

“But just for us!” added Lawrence. “See,” she said to Pratt, pointing out her helpful exposition, “I was useful.”

“I really am extremely proud of this movie,” Pratt added.

Lawrence agreed, “Me too.” When the audience laughed, though, Lawrence clarified, “If that sounded like I was being sarcastic, I was not. [The audience] started laughing and I want to make it clear that I am serious.”

The footage that followed was certainly reason to boast—it opened on a lonely, space abyss in a sleek, sterile-looking spacecraft. As Pratt explained, his character wakes up too soon during the 120-year voyage and is alone, as his over 2,000 fellow passengers remain asleep in their pods. We see him wandering through the aircraft solo for over a year, attempting to amuse himself and conversing with a lone robot bartender (Simon Pegg), who tells him, “You can’t get so hung up on where you’d rather be that you forget where you are. Every cloud is a silver lining.”

Cue Lawrence’s character, who awakes, confused, over a year into Pratt’s lonesome waking voyage. The two desperately try to figure out how to get out of the ship, or back in their pods—eventually giving up and deciding to have fun. They dress up and have a romantic date night. Sparks ensue, and Lawrence is seen climbing over a table in one scene to make out with Pratt. Another segment shows the two making out in the spacecraft’s pool.

One incredible sequence shows Lawrence swimming alone in that same pool when the spacecraft loses gravity. Although Rothman and Lawrence warned the audience that the effects in the footage were rough, the sequence was still breathtaking. Lawrence and Pratt’s characters, increasingly desperate and convinced they are “on a sinking ship,” figure out a way to get out of the craft and free float into space, but with no way of knowing whether they will survive.

Afterward the lights came up, Rothman remarked, “For those of us who love movies in movie theaters, I see that, and I think to myself, ‘Let’s see Netflix do that.’”

The presentation ended—but not without another endearing hiccup from Passengers’s stars.

At one point, Pratt dropped his microphone, literally, on Lawrence’s foot.

After the Oscar winner yelped out in mock pain, Pratt joked, “That is the anti-Kanye.”



Robot bartenders, virtual balconies, and other sundry pleasures from a cruise ship of the future