I always get a bit of pleasure when I see this image of a robot policeman of 1924. It's mine, actually–or rather it's Frank R Paul's, but the image I started with was half eaten by book worms, so I had to restore it pretty heavily. Since then, it keeps showing up time and again until it's origin has been forgotten.
Ah, well. The price of fame.
This is quite a telling comment on how the authorities of 1924 viewed the rabble, and the best way to deal with them. All that stuff about trying to air grievances? Pah, just sick the robo whackers on them, show them who's boss!
ReplyDeleteAnd nice work here too!