Fulvio Romano
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Okay, did you instigate me? Now you get a skewer on robotics to straighten the hair of your arms!
I will not be at the height of the "real" history and travels of "top and under the waves", but I will endeavour to borrow the quality level in a healthy competition :smile:
I will try not to enter technicalisms if not strictly required, but please ask questions (not too difficult!) to help me deal with the different topics.
My passion for robotics began as a child. In 1990 at eight years I asked my father, "Do you buy me a robot?" My father took me to a beautiful store and pointed out the various transformers, mazinga, etc. I answered "dad, these are toys... I would like a robot...".
I went home and saw an old olivetti needle printer on my desk and I had an idea. two engines and a cartridge, the electronics already there, the software also...mmmhh.. .
After a couple of weeks on my desk, there was a very loose arm made of nailed wood. the former cartridge motor moved the arm to the right and left, while the former roller engine opened and closed the arm. the needles of the head opened and closed the clamp. In the meantime I had "disassembled" the printer drivers by writing a basic software that basically tied the keyboard darts to "a character forwards", "back of a character", "leaf forward", "back of a character".
I mean, I could move the "mechanical" arm with computer keys.
Let's say, a technological result superior to the well-known tin paper piston, but I managed to remote my commands.
Why did I tell this? not for self-incense, I should be ashamed, since this is the event that made me a disabled social
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I will not be at the height of the "real" history and travels of "top and under the waves", but I will endeavour to borrow the quality level in a healthy competition :smile:
I will try not to enter technicalisms if not strictly required, but please ask questions (not too difficult!) to help me deal with the different topics.
My passion for robotics began as a child. In 1990 at eight years I asked my father, "Do you buy me a robot?" My father took me to a beautiful store and pointed out the various transformers, mazinga, etc. I answered "dad, these are toys... I would like a robot...".
I went home and saw an old olivetti needle printer on my desk and I had an idea. two engines and a cartridge, the electronics already there, the software also...mmmhh.. .
After a couple of weeks on my desk, there was a very loose arm made of nailed wood. the former cartridge motor moved the arm to the right and left, while the former roller engine opened and closed the arm. the needles of the head opened and closed the clamp. In the meantime I had "disassembled" the printer drivers by writing a basic software that basically tied the keyboard darts to "a character forwards", "back of a character", "leaf forward", "back of a character".
I mean, I could move the "mechanical" arm with computer keys.
Let's say, a technological result superior to the well-known tin paper piston, but I managed to remote my commands.
Why did I tell this? not for self-incense, I should be ashamed, since this is the event that made me a disabled social