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Men of Metal: Eyewitness Accounts of Humanoid Robots

March 6th, 2006 by Nate

Men of Metal: Eyewitness Accounts of Humanoid RobotsI was cleaning out my little brother’s room a couple of days ago, and I came across an interesting little pamphlet entitled “Men of Metal: Eyewitness Accounts of Humanoid Robots,” purporting to be an excerpt from a book written by a British journalist who had chronicled the paranormal happenings in the countryside surrounding the town of Oxford, England. When I was a kid, I was a sucker for Sasquatch, the Loch Ness monster, the Abominable Snowman, the Bermuda Triangle, and pretty much everything else. So naturally, I was fascinated by this new twist of the paranormal. As I started to read, I became engrossed by this well-written, believable account of a journalist who was investigating the reports of giant androids roaming the Oxford countryside, aiding motorists who were in danger. As his investigation proceeded, he came across the name of Dr. Colin Mahew, a design engineer and robotics enthusiast who was involved with the Mini Cooper’s design team. Though his questions to the good doctor were fruitless, the journalist was led to believe that Mahew had “overengineered” the Mini Cooper to allow it to be retrofitted to become a gigantic android. The pamphlet’s arguments were interesting and didn’t smell of conspiracy theory, but being the unbeliever that I am, despite my early interests, I packed the pamphlet away, intending not to think about it again. However, I had this nagging recollection of a graphic design site that I visited some time ago that featured some transformer-esque Mini Cooper androids. So today I decided to let the all-powerful Google answer my questions.

What I turned up wasn’t really shocking, actually. These androids actually exist! In fact, they can be seen starring in this commercial. But seriously, apparently the marketing firm that BMW had hired placed these false book excerpts in Automobile, Rolling Stone, and other magazines to create a buzz. There were fake websites created to corroborate the story, thus lending credibility to the tale of android Mini Coopers. Ultimately, the hoax was unveiled in the form of toys and a prominent ad in downtown New York. So in the end it was all just a clever marketing ploy, but it was definitely memorable, and somewhat viral. There was definitely a lot of discussion previous to the hoax’s resolution. So that’s the story. There are no giant android-Mini Coopers roaming the Oxford countryside. That’s because they’re in Oregon, hanging out with Bigfoot.

4 Responses

  1. bags Says:

    Dude, I totally saw a metal man thingy! No joke. Ask me to tell you the story, and I’ll tell the story… if you ask me to tell it… the story that is.

  2. Nate Says:

    I’m asking you te tell your story, “Nate, please tell your story.” And I think you should do it here on TI. You heard it here first, folks.

  3. Bags Says:

    Well, it happened about 2 months ago. My roommates and I all have very different schedules. I was home alone one evening, watching TV… my roomies were at the library studying (they go to BYU, I go to UVSC. I hope that clears things up a little). Anyways, while I was watching TV, I received a mysterious phone call in our appartment. It was a voice I did not recognise, nor did the caller identify him/herself. It said that I needed to travel to the far east side of the 7 Peaks water resort, up near the mental institution on the east side of Provo. (I doubt this had anything to do with my mental stability… I’m sure you can very well tell that I am as sane as they come.) I proceeded to head east. Upon arrival, I speedily comenced to wait. I waited for the space of many time units. I began to get impatient, when suddenly I saw it! At first I thought it was an ingeniously designed metalic moving sculpture. We get alot of those M.M.S.’s around here. But upon further scrutiny, I realised that it was not an M.M.S. at all! It was a metal man of mystery! He summoned me from my household becuase he knew that I was the only one who was Christlike enough to turn off American Idol, and travel across a city to help a poor astranged soul in need. Indeed the M.M.M. spoke truth. We quickly became friends. I found out his name was Bruce. He is from a distant land called Eugene. He gave me a token of his gratitude (which I promptly ate, for I was too lazy to make myself dinner), and proceeded on his way. He was a nice chap.

  4. Bags Says:

    ok, so it was stupid. I realise that… that doesn’t mean everyone has to stop writing though.

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