Thomas the Tank Engine -- and the "Cybernetic Anthropomorphous Machine" stirs up mental images of cold steel feet stomping their way methodically through playgrounds and orphanages everywhere -- we'll go with the latter. It's far more accurate.

The CAM was a literal war-mech, built by General Electric back in 1966. Its purpose was to move cargo and weapons through rough terrain during battles. It actually involves no electricity; the whole thing is operated via manual control of hydraulic servos. The final production models were to have 12-foot-tall legs and a top hiking speed of 35 miles an hour, and, as you can see at about 39 seconds in, it could

kick a fucking jeep across the room.

Admittedly it does so rather hesitantly and awkwardly - but that's more a matter of self-confidence than ability.

Doesn't this kind of piss you off? We had functional fun-size AT-ATs back in the mid-60s!

Sure, doubts were raised about its inherent balance and mobility -- because there's a kind of pulley system following the thing around through parts of the video -- but look closely: The rope is slack most of the time. It seems to be serving more as a precaution than a support. These scientists are still human beings, after all. While they might know, objectively, that this shambling steel rhino skeleton is entirely rider-operated, and therefore physically unable to snap and rampage through the complex in a berserk murder spree -- they're still going to put a leash on it, just in case. Besides, there are plenty of images of the thing moving freely, and even a few of the later prototypes, which had stabilizing arms so it could never fall over in such a way that you could not right it again. Long story short: It worked, and with a little more development, it could have worked really well.

But the CAM was eventually discontinued because, although there wasn't much physical strain involved, most of the operators mentally burnt out after about 15 minutes from the unfamiliar stress of manipulating a foreign body via joysticks.

God ... dammit, the past! We own Xboxes now. We do this shit for fun! If you sons-of-bitching-previous-generations had just stuck with this and ironed out the kinks, we could all be loping to the 7-Eleven for a six-pack and a Slim Jim in our solid-steel battlemechs that kick through walls, cruise at the city-speed of a car and

use no fucking fuel.

But whatever, you might be thinking, because you've become jaded by the Internet, we've seen plenty of scale models of crazy crap before. Nothing special here. And that's actually what is so special about this one: It's not scaled at all. This Gundam statue stands 59-feet-tall at the head.

Here's a scenario: You're in a commuter train, nodding off just slightly on your way home from work. The train rounds a bend and suddenly, this looms into view ...

What do you do?

Did you answer "scream, pull the emergency stop cord, scramble out the window and book ass off the platform before a gargantuan sea-slug gets shoulder-flipped into the passenger car?" You did? Good. That was actually a trick question. If you'd answered anything else, we'd know you were a Sluggoth sleeper agent.

And now, for no particular reason, here's a time-lapse video of it staring down the apocalypse:

Sadly, if you want to see this new wonder of the world for yourself, you're out of luck. The Gundam is no longer standing. It was taken down in March 27th of this year. There are some assurances that it's merely "in preparation for a world tour," but let's face it, that's clearly just PR-speak for "everybody watch out, we lost a 60-foot robot after it spontaneously and inexplicably developed a hatred for all mankind."

T-52 Enryu is a Japanese machine (wait, another entry from Japan? What are the odds!?) built back in 2004 by a company named Tmsuk. It weighs five tons, and stands 10-feet high. It's also called the Hyper Rescue Robot (thaaat's more like the Japan we know and love) because the mech's primary purpose is to clear a path through wreckage after earthquakes and other disasters. It proved quite effective in performance tests, even lifting an entire car from a snowbank.

Because that's the first thing you want to see after being suddenly buried in rubble, still reeling from the shock and confusion: A giant robot hurling cars out of its path with its cold metal claws because there is nothing on this Earth that can stop it

coming right for you.

Don't be fooled by the images, this is not solely an autonomous machine. It's also a mechanical suit: It can actually be entered and driven from a cockpit position, as well as remotely piloted. But why on Earth would you opt to "remotely pilot" that thing when your day job could consist of mounting up into a 10-foot steel killing machine and throwing automobiles across the street? For starters, maybe because this is your RC gear:

That's right: No piddly mouse and keyboard here, you get the full on

Robot Jox-style cyborg limb-harness. Did you hear that, just now? That was the sound of the words "firefighter" and "policeman" being scratched out on millions of second grade essays around the world. The words "Japanese rescue worker" are being scrawled hastily above them.

obviously Japanese children aren't going to undergo all that training and change their career path to rescue work just for the chance to drive a real-life mech around.

They can do that already.

This is the Kid's Walker, from

Sakakibara Kikai. That's the same company that built the $300,000, full-size Landwalker we featured in this article. I can only assume that when they first unveiled the Landwalker to the public, a panic-stricken housewife ran by the company's headquarters screaming, "The children! Think of the children!" And so they exchanged a look, shrugged, and did just that. The Kid's Walker is a mini-mech for the little ones. It stands only five-feet tall, and weighs only 400 pounds -- but that's still two feet and 300 pounds more than your average toddler needs to completely destroy just about everything from living rooms to dreams.

Yes, for only $22,000, you too can weaponize a child, and ultimately be responsible for the deaths of thousands of parents who laughingly assumed things like "bedtime" and "vegetables" still applied to Billy while he was piloting the Iron Fist.

You can see from the video that the suit doesn't quite walk, but it's not exclusively rolling either. It has wheels, but they're not independent, and they only move when the mech shifts its feet. That's right: "Mechanized battlesuits for children" wasn't a dangerous enough concept, so they

put them on rollerblades.

But don't worry, all hope is not lost: Watch 38 seconds into this video to see another father/son duo skate into frame, presumably to battle the Kid's Walker with their steampunk land-glider machine gun platform.

At least Japan knows how to solve the murderous machine problems they're creating: More murderous machines.

the Beetle, another General Electric invention. Yes, apparently the company that made your shitty blender used to deal exclusively in supervillain paraphernalia. I say, "used to" because once again, the Beetle -- something that looks like it uppercutted its way out of a sci-fi video game -- was built back in the early '60s.

What the fuck happened in the 1970s? Did the hippies physically

eat all the awesome out of the world? Here, read all of this crazy bullshit that some sad, soulless accountant had the gall to scrap: The Beetle was built on the platform of an M-42 Duster, an anti-aircraft vehicle. It was initially designed to repair and maintain nuclear jet engines, but was later repurposed to clean up debris after nuclear explosions. Obviously, that meant it was radiation proof, and not just piloted by dicks that everybody agreed we could do without. The Beetle weighed 77 tons, and stood 11-feet high ... when it wasn't

in motherfucking transformer mode. It could detach from that base platform and raise itself on hydraulic lifts up to 30 feet in the air!

It had 85,000 pounds of pull in each of those arms, and could rip the walls off of fortified bunkers, yet was precise enough to pick up an egg without breaking it. Finally, inside that invincible cockpit, covered in 27 layers of unbreakable glass, 12 inches of lead and several more of steel -- with all the erotically pulsating power of a transforming super-robot at your fingertips -- the pilot also had air conditioning, a small TV and

a goddamn ashtray.

No, that's not an example of hilariously inappropriate hedonism or the skewed priorities of the '60s. That ashtray is a necessity. Listen: I've never punched through a bunker while piloting an iron avatar of destruction before, but I can tell you that just writing a sentence describing it was way, way better than any sex anybody will ever have.

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