h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

excellent.... maybe a new 'thing' for me to market, along with my newly invented #CatBeer there should be a #mechanical2legs sorted... this time next year... we'll be millionaires...

I think I'd go for an inflatable one - because I could probably use a 2legs answer generator for the Gruesomes at the weekend. It would be easier to take an inflatable 2legs home

"Inflatable 2legs"...
You know... that's the kind of phrase, that really might generate a differnt perspective on it, than was perhaps initially intended

How do I recommend "It would be easier to take an inflatable Two Legs home." as quote of the day?

Is an inflatable 2legs really a good idea? Going by what we've seen on this thread we might have another Hindenburg disaster on our hands...

A 2Legs Answer Generator already exists.
It's called 2 legs.

oh lordy..

Yarreau...you know the frightening thing?

If you look at it in a scientific, materialist way, then 2legs is simply some matter, like everything else. A collection of atoms, doing their thing. A piece of hardware, of you will.

Now ponder that thought. It means that everything around you has the potential to become a 2legs Answer Generator, if it is fed the appropriate algorithms. Your dog has the potential to start answering questions like 2legs does, just by re-jigging its molecules a bit.

I find that a hair-raising thought.

Yes, that thought IS frightening, given the fact that it already appears to have happened to you...

Taht seems, both highly probable, yet very unlikely, which, probably, or at least maybe, might perhaps mean it has already in some sense, either happened, or not happened. Or at least not happened yet, in a kind of 'happening' way.

Not, of course, mind, that I'd ever be quite so vulgar, to ever use the word 'happening' to be any kind of discriptor, in any kind of jumbled colaboration of latters and words, making up in their ad-hox mix, any kind of refernce in a self referential way... innit

Otterwise... I mean, well... You know... just maybe... rearrange a bumble bee here, slightly move a David Bowie there, and then, well, probably again resulting to atom manipulation, the resultant configeration might, to some at least, potentially be soemthing that could give rise as to that of a discription not totally unlike '2legs'... or not... of course

We had to make a mad-dash escape from a pub, two nights ago... to escape a total lunatic who latched onto us... 'Sir Patrick' he claimed to be, nabbing us, as he did, at the front door of the afore mentioned pub... we thought we'd hidden well, being entrenched as we were in the back-bar... yet, as the hours progress, he seemed to be matterialising ever closer to our atomic position... We did the only thing sensible, and went to a pub where there was a mad red-headed drunk cyclist/pure mathmatition... MInd, he was always a bit* like that, even when we were at school beer was good though, which is probably some kind of recompense, in an alternative life, for a deed well done to a druid, or perhaps even a monk, on the shore of the sea, or bank of the river... as one then finds fit to pontificate over, whilst standing in cow tower