As if I didn’t have enough things in my life to inspire the kinds of nightmares Salvador Dali would journal about, along comes this creep with his bed that makes itself. Isn’t it enough that you have to see Reddenbacher Light in that photo rubbing his wormy backhand all over the prototype? Do we really need the aluminum auto-mechanical human skin peeler devices attached to each side of this thing? Something tells me if you can survive battle after bloody man-versus-machine pre-dawn battle with this device, you already have enough energy to straighten your sheets and blankets every morning. I like my bed with three moving parts, maximum:
-me
-my lady
-my Teddy Ruxpin
Boo, robo-bed! Boo, science!
