Do you think a robot will be awarded a medal in your life...

Wow, that actually looks like it could go around killing people successfully. Metal Gear in our time. Based Kojima.

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Considering we have medals to Carrier Pigeons, yes a robot will get an award.

>after admin gets their higher award

Probably some kinds of achievements every time it completes the tasks
>kill 10 enemies
>destroy 1 AA nest
>survived an IED
>survived a RPG
>headshot 10 enemies
>protect 10 soldiers
>reaches 100 hours of combat
>dab on terrorists

Nothing real. To earn medals you usually need bravery and uncommon actions. Uncommon actions are just working with optimal efficiency and to have bravery it needs to have consciousness of its own mortality, which is super cruel to do to a battle robot. Fine for people because they usually have a choice to fight.

I'll say this much, you really don't wanna be fucking infantry in WW3.
Or in any warehouse.
Those first two weeks of WW1, the shock and horror at the realisation of the brutality our machines can achieve?
Utterly distraught and confused, never having seen such things before, or death on such a grand scale, we've had 105 years to acclimatise but the next total war that breaks out, it'll be a show of the last 40 years of untested technology, and it will be fucking brutal.

Best position you could have in ww3 is drones operator I think.

Wouldn’t the leader of the platoon (or whatever) who sent the robot where it was needed get the reward?

I mean, have we ever given a rifle a medal?

I mean, at that point, it's closer to an artificial animal, and we use combat animals all the time.

While a robot recieving a medal sounds adorable, I doubt it, since it's a machine and there's no need to recognize a machine for doing its job. I don't give my car a handjob every time it gets me to work on time.

>Operator
Bunkers are easy targets.
I'll tell you this much, no-one's gonna be operating them.
The neural net accelerators in every phone produced today is enough to identify enemy combatants, uniforms, race, and made an educated guess at who's a civilian.
Millions of these SoC's are produced daily, and sold in devices with not only high resolution cameras capable of 4k 60fps capture, processing, and analysis, but also wide angle lenses, IR cameras and flooders, and full image depth sensors to boot.
Everything you could possibly need for a fully autonomous bot is included in every iPhone XS.
You think that's a coincidence? That everything you could possibly want in an autonomous system is built into every phone made, creating a near instant supply of millions of parts per day should priorities change?
That's not even considering recycling already produced products. Apple has machines to disassemble iPhones for a reason.

It's so there's already a supply chain capable of producing everything the DoD could possibly need come total war.
Don't think quarter sized robotank, think closer to the size of a large RC car, maybe 1-20 inches, with a drum fed handgun.
Airdrop 1000, 10,000, even a million into a city and tell them to kill anything and everything they find.
What is the cost of a million iPhones internal components? 200 million. Strip out what you don't want and strap it to a platform with a handgun.
The price of a fucking F-35.
For one F-35, you could have a million little deatbots with marksmanship skills greater than that of any human, all storing through a city in a linked swarm.

Look at the budget for black projects, you think anyone would notice a few billion missing?
That's all it would cost. Platform, $200 using off-the-shelf parts, you can built one yourself.
Drum fed aimable handgun? $50-300, depending on who's making it.
Electronics? A fucking $20 intel edison with an A12 in it.
That's worst case price

>*maybe 15-20 inches,

Sure why the fuck not, it's just a big, heavy, metal doggo.

>Roger-roger intensifies

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I really like the idea.

>I don't give my car a handjob every time it gets me to work on time.
Sad.

They'll get kill stats. The machine with the best kill stats (due to operator skill or not) will get special affection from it's maintenance crew. Think: Tachikoma getting natural oil from a proud co-operator.

Pilots love their planes, Tankers love their rides, and this will be next.

>the era of machines is quickly approaching.
ah no kid

>killtacular!
>running riot!

>shipping out for infantry OSUT and jump school in a week
>reading this

Maybe I'll just be able to go have some fun in Venezuela and then call it good. Hopefully WW3 is still a few decades out

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How about the era of the intelligent machines.
Then the era of the emotional machines.
When the machines react to your emotional state with emotional feedback, then the fun really begins.

Then it will get ribbons and other participation awards.
Someone is going to give a robot a medal just you wait.

>bunkers

Mobile bunkers, user. Behind every robot battalion will be dozens of heavy APCs with human commanders, mechanics, and possibly SF/infantry.

At 0021 local time, war bot H292 departed the facility. The night was overcast, and dense fog covered the hill. At 0045, war bot H292 encountered a Doro sapper team and engaged them in a fierce but brief firefight. Once the bot had destroyed the attackers, it discovered a mortar pit that had been overrun during earlier fighting. The Doros had killed most of the legionnaire defenders. One, however, was still alive, though badly wounded. H292 stabilized the legionnaire and carried him back to friendly lines. At 0109, the war bot made its way back out into the dim half-lit maze of shadows and trenches that was Hilltop Defiance. More Doro sappers were probing the defenses from the eastern and northern sectors. H292 killed several teams and eventually made contact with the remnants of Delta Company, Third Platoon—ironically called Dog Company, and fighting tribes of dog men. Returning via the route the war bot had secured, twenty members of Third Platoon made it back to friendly lines.

Again the war bot went out into the trenches. At 0232 it encountered legionnaires defending a heavy blaster emplacement. Doro forces had been attempting to dislodge them for the entire night. At 0240, the Doro came out of their trenches to attack the position en masse. Fighting for the next hour was close and desperate. Records would reveal that the Doro commander had correctly identified this pit as the breaking point in the legion’s defenses. He sent three companies against the eighteen legionnaires defending the pit. An hour into the battle, half the defending legionnaires had been killed, as had half the Doro. Then the Legion’s heavy blaster melted down, and the decision to retreat was made by the commanding NCO. The war bot covered the nine surviving legionnaires, all of whom managed to make it back into the secondary defensive line in that sector. It was brutal trench fighting the entire way. A download log of the war bot’s files revealed that the war bot neutralized over one hundred and fifty enemy combatants during this action alone. By 0400 the Doro were hitting the defenders from all sides. In the days to follow, many legionnaires would give account of how the big war bot fought alongside them that night—dragging the wounded out from under direct fire and contributing to several defenses that held the perimeter until the first gunships arrived at dawn.

Of the two hundred and forty-three defenders that fought in the early hours of that day, one hundred and fifty-five survived. All of them would tell you that they owed their lives to the single war bot that changed the course of the battle. What looked like a last stand was transformed by H292 into a requiem of survival that allowed them to be pulled off the hill at dawn. Many of the bot’s visual capture logs were deemed classified. Its stories would remain unknown to the rest of the Republic. There is the last moment of Sergeant Yu. A man who died in the arms of the war bot as the lumbering machine carried him back to friendly lines. Sergeant Yu was the last man to hold position for Bravo Company’s sector. The recording shows the sergeant mumbling over and over, “Tell them I didn’t forget nothin’.” When Sergeant Yu died and the war bot stopped, placed the body on the ground, and folded the sergeant’s arms over his chest, it said, “I will tell them, Sergeant. Sergeant Yu did not forget.” Then the war bot moved on to rescue others. And there is Corporal Wash. Corporal Wash was badly maimed by artillery. The war bot’s medical diagnostic sensors indicated severe spinal trauma and blood loss when the war bot found and evaluated the corporal near an impact crater. The vlog records Corporal Wash’s last request.

“Hold my hands up,”he mumbled weakly to the giant war machine gingerly bending over him in the pre-dawn dark. There was a brief lull in the battle. Ambient sound was almost non-existent, and the war bot’s sensors recorded everything clearly. “I think you need to remain still, Corporal. You have sustained a severe injury,”said the war bot, as per standard treatment protocols. “I can’t move my hands and…and…he’s coming,”said Corporal Wash. “Who is coming?”asked the war bot. “Angel,”murmured Wash, barely. And then Corporal Wash began to cry, sobbing softly. “Mama told me I needed to hold my hands up when the angel comes for me. That way they’d know I was ready to go. But my back’s broke and I can’t. I know it. Can’t hold ’em up.”“I see no one,”rumbled the bot. “He’s coming. Over there. Collecting the dead. Hold my hands up, please. I’m ready now. I’m ready like Mama said I should be. Please…hold them up for me.”The war bot did as requested. Delicately. Corporal Wash expired a few minutes later. The vlog also records the story of Sergeant Murch. Sergeant Murch had been behind enemy lines when the teams pulled back to the western side of the hill. Alone and isolated, Murch had been moving in and among the Doro, hunting them down and killing them. Linking up with the war bot, he attacked a unit trying to move up on the main lines. In brief and savage fighting, they blasted their way deep into the enemy rear and discovered an ad hoc torture and interrogation session being conducted by the Doro commander. The Doro slit the throats of their prisoners and counterattacked, and Murch was dragged down—but not before managing to arm and detonate a thermite explosives satchel he was carrying. The war bot was damaged in the explosion. At dawn, Captain Reese pulled H292 off the hill, along with a SLIC full of wounded legionnaires.

Years later...

There would be no ceremony. No pomp. No circumstance. Or families, or unit. It was just a bot, after all. The first bot to ever receive the Legion’s highest award. The Order of the Centurion. Umstead’s men had insisted. He wondered if it was some bitter point they were proving about that war. Or whether they really did think the bot should receive the highest award possible. General Umstead stood before the supply racks on Bantaar Reef at the Republic Navy Ordnance and Stores supply facility. The navy tech with the datapad pushed the button to bring the ancient piece of equipment out of storage. The racks were twenty stories deep. War bots of all sizes and shapes, saved throughout the long history of the Galactic Republic, shuttered past the opening inside the dingy maintenance hangar. And then H292 came into view. “He’s already online, sir,”said the tech without fanfare. Amid flashing emergency strobes, the war bot stepped off the industrial yellow maintenance lift and strode onto the deck of the hangar. “H292 reporting for duty,”it announced, snapping to attention. Umstead straightened and felt at a sudden loss. On paper, and in theory, this had seemed pretty straightforward. Now, it seemed weird giving a medal to a war bot. And then he thought of the one hundred and fifty-five veterans, his men, who had insisted. He cleared his throat and began. “H292, by order of the House of Reason and the Legion, you are hereby awarded the highest honor our nation can bestow upon…you…in gratitude for your faithfulness and devotion to the Legion.”The general stepped forward. The war bot was seven feet tall. “Bend down,”he ordered. H292 obeyed. General Umstead draped the medal and ribbon around the war bot’s neck assembly. The bot rose. General Umstead continued.

this isnt a stories thread or your fucking blog. kill yourself retard

the guy piloting it maybe
but he is also a cawards who never faced danger

Any Hyperion robot who is able to kill " A THRESHER " will be rewarded with the ability to feel proud that they " KILLED A THRESHER "

We give animals medals, I see no reason that wwe shouldn't give robots medals.

It'll only ever be 'posthumously' awarded to unconscious robots for actions that bordered on human and saved lives. Think of a 2030 UAV ramming itself into an S300 to save a cargo plane or some shit like that - sure the operator at an airbase made the decision to do it but we would probably give the machine some recognition for its 'sacrifice'.

Likewise, if we ever start using those Boston Dynamics dogs in combat situations you can be damn sure one of those will get an award for being left behind to do a suicide bombing or carrying an injured squad member to safety or something like that. Perhaps we'll even reach the point where we program these machines to understand selfless self-sacrifice on their own and they may regularly die so that we could live.

It is both, as I have made it so. I do, therefore it is.

Prove me wrong gigabigga

Selfless self-sacrifice should be a basic programming parameter. Rule number 1: "A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm."

I could see awarding the team or operator of the machine a medal of honor

Dogs get real medals.

Robots are gonna be put in reservations within my lifetime. Them and the full body cyborgs.

We won't honor those bogus treaties. We will screw them. And any of them try to do anything about it? Thousand years frozen in carbonite.

>not putting decorations on the machine commemorating its kills to inspire friendlies and terrorize the enemy
Even if a machine obviously won't be any happier if you put medals or engravings or whatever on it, but you can't deny the morale effect of seeing an individually identifiable kill-bot stomping through Kabul decked out with patriotic banners and the gilded skulls of terrorists it's taken out.

Rule number 2: Muslims aren't human.