As Bones would say,
"It's dancing, Jim, but not as we know it".
"Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor not a choreographer!".
Remember "clubbing"? You were young, slim, limber – not a care in the world. You thought you could dance. If you couldn't, it didn't matter. Now look at you. Flailing flabby limbs swinging from a corpulent, jiggling mass. Disgusting. But San Francisco (where else?) may offer a glimmer of hope for the toe-tapping, dad-dancing …
I canna dowit' Capt'n... its just nooo possible!!!
I canna change the laws of physics, Captain! A've got to have thirty minutes .. ta groove in
I've giv'n her all she's got captain, an' I canna give her no more
I dannae thik she can take any more, Captain!
Any man who could perform such a feat, I wo'd na dare disappoint.
Also occurs to me this is in San Francisco, Starfleet's Headquarters!
Why not just take it one step further and remove the human elements as unnecessary.
At that point the human element is just another unnecessary potential point of inefficiency and failure isn't it?
Why not finish the project so that it doesn't need a human at all? as long as it's shaped like a human the audience is not going to see a difference, when it comes to a performance the experience of the audience is the alpha and omega of its value. as long as people are entertained and it holds their focus then you received as much success as there is to be had
I can think of a great use for the machine-controlled human scenario. It would be very handy for learning to do certain dynamic body movements. The machine carries your body through the motions, you FEEL what it's like, how fast, etc. Then YOU do it. The system would evaluate how well you move and maybe make small corrections and spoken comments or guidance. It would be your personal Sensei, but not limited to watching you and telling you what to do. Also, many things like Tai Chi have you turning around while keeping your head in position, making it impossible to see what the instructor is doing. If the instructor is ON you, that's not a problem.
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