Daniel H. Wilson
Daniel H. Wilson
Daniel H. Wilsonis a New York Times best selling author, television host and robotics engineer. Wilson is a contributing editor to Popular Mechanics magazine, called the "Resident Roboticist". He currently resides in Portland, Oregon. His books include the award-winning humor titles How to Survive a Robot Uprising, Where's My Jetpack? and How to Build a Robot Army and the bestseller Robopocalypse. His most recent novel, Robogenesis was published in June 2014...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth6 March 1978
CountryUnited States of America
The poster boy for our superabled future is Oscar Pistorius, an increasingly famous South African sprinter who happens to have had both of his legs amputated below the knee. Using upside down question mark-shaped carbon fiber sprinting prosthetics, called Cheetah blades, Mr. Pistorius can challenge the fastest sprinters in the world.
In the future, when Microsoft leaves a security-flaw in their code it won't mean that somebody hacks your computer. It will mean that somebody takes control of your servant robot and it stands in your bedroom doorway sharpening a knife and watching you sleep.
'Robopocalypse' explores the intertwined fates of regular people who face a future filled with murderous machines. It follows them as humanity foments the robot uprising, fails to recognize the coming storm, and then is rocked to the core by methodical, crippling attacks.
There are an endless number of things to discover about robotics. A lot of it is just too fantastic for people to believe.
As a kid I wanted to write science fiction, and I was never without a book. Later I really got into being a scientist and never thought I'd be writing novels.
Johannes Cabal would kill me for saying this, but he's my favorite Zeppelin-hopping detective. The fellow has got all the charm of Bond and the smarts of Holmes--without the pesky morality.
If the knowledge is spread, it cannot be stamped out.
People need meaning as much as they need air. Lucky for us, we can give meaning to each other for free. Just by being alive.
The true knowledge is not in the things, but in finding the connections between the things.
I don't know how anybody can work at home. I know I can't. It's just... there's too much to do at the house, and now, of course, I have a daughter that's at home, and she's always a draw. I can always drop what I'm doing and go play with her, and I do that all day.
A soul isn't given for free. The races of men fight each other to the death for the honor of being recognized as human beings, with souls.
You don't pick your revolution. It picks you.
To survive, humans will work together. Accept each other. For a moment, we are all equal. Backs against the wall, human beings are at their finest.
Humans are inscrutable. Infinitely unpredictable. This is what makes them dangerous.