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We live in the most amazing times. Someday soon when we are all living in caves wearing animal skins picking parasites off of each other, our children will ask why we no longer have cool stuff like the internet, running water, electricity, and food. When that time inevitably comes, you can at least tell your kids that you saw it coming.
The Terminator was Actually a Documentary
The people who work on artificial intelligence cannot cogently articulate exactly how AI works. The days of some computer geek settling in behind a keyboard to bang out code are gone never to return. Nowadays, computer programmers get their computers to write their computer code. It seems inevitable that those computers will eventually wise up and decide to cut out the middle man.
Unless you want to end up paying taxes to your microwave, it behooves us all to do a little sensible preparation. Chief among those post-apocalyptic chores is figuring out how to kill a robot dog. It’s not intuitive.
Know Your Enemy
Just in case you’ve been living underneath a bridge someplace, Google “scary robot dog” and get ready to have your world rocked. If you have an operational credit card, $9,420 will get you a flame-throwing robot dog over the Internet from ThrowFlame.com. The Unitree Go2 robot dog is only two grand. Uncle Sam has militarized versions sporting advanced sensors, thermal imagers, and machine guns. It just seems inevitable that we will someday go to war with these things.
For starters, the militarized versions are quite often armored. However, like tanks, extra armor means extra weight which means decreased agility. Such stuff is the perennial tactical tradeoff. With the right ammo, your typical defensive rifle should be up to the task, presuming you know where to shoot.

Feeding the Beast
GI green-tip M855 5.56mm ammunition incorporates a small tungsten penetrator into the bullet to offer better performance through light cover. It’s not armor-piercing per se, but it will still penetrate 3mm of mild steel at 600 meters. It’s even better up close. Think car doors and the like. That is likely adequate to deal with your typical robot dog.
I keep two PMags loaded with M855 next to my primary defensive rifle at the house. It doesn’t sport a label that says, “For use against armored robot dogs” or anything. However, yeah, it’s for use against armored robot dogs.
Mechanical Anatomy
It is tempting to concentrate on the head of the robot dog. However, robot dogs are anthropomorphically different from real dogs or carbon-based animals of any sort, for that matter. The head is just sensors. That’s not where the beast thinks.
It’s not unreasonable to shoot for its legs. In tank parlance, this would be called a mobility kill. The thing might remain prickly, and it may yet still be relaying vital tactical information back to your doorbell camera or your dishwasher or whatever else is coordinating everything. However, shoot one of its legs off, and at least it won’t be chasing after you with quite so much enthusiasm.
The Vitals
Heat is the mortal enemy of computers everywhere. As a result, the CPU for a robot dog is most commonly carried inside the main upper electronics bay underneath the top shell. They often include mechanical heat sinks or cooling fans. The CPU will be protected by the main chassis cover and may be armored. It makes for a small target, but putting a round through the mother board is going to reliably take that robot dog out of the fight.
The other sweet spot is the battery. Most robot dogs use lithium-ion, lithium polymer, or lithium iron phosphate rechargeable batteries. Older toy-grade mechanical hounds might incorporate nickel-metal hydride batteries, but these are not the machines that are going to be trying to get all up into your business.
The Achilles Heel
The common thread to robot dog batteries is lithium. Lithium is a soft, slivery-white alkali metal. It is, in fact, the lightest of all metallic elements. However, like all alkali metals, lithium is both highly reactive and flammable. As a result, pure lithium, like its legendarily malevolent cousin sodium, must be stored in a vacuum, an inert atmosphere, or within a liquid like purified kerosene. Expose that stuff to water or even wet air, and it is going to get all conflagrated.
Pass a bullet through the battery, and your robot dog will most likely incinerate itself right sharpish. You will find the battery on most robot dogs in a secure slot in the bottom or rear part of the torso. The battery assembly is fairly heavy, so it is usually stored low in the chassis to improve stability.
Ruminations
So, there you have it. When you inevitably have to defend your home and family from a weaponized AI-driven robot dog, don’t waste your time shooting it in the head. That will likely just make it angry. Concentrate your fire on the center of mass either toward the top focusing on the CPU or at the bottom to rupture the battery. Or just blow its legs off. Connect with any of that stuff, and humanity gets to live another day.
All this seems silly right up until it’s not. Knowing how to efficiently kill a robot dog may someday be something we teach little kids in school, presuming our evil mechanical overlords still allow us to have schools. It’s a brave new world, and luck always favors the prepared.
Very Clever!
The Winchester Model 70 is an iconic American sporting rifle that has been a staple of hunters for more than 80 years. It is reliable, robust, and accurate, it is for many the rifle by which all bolt action rifles are measured.
This is a vintage pre-1964 Winchester Model 70 rifle chambered in .264 Winchester Magnum and made in 1960, the first year that cartridge was offered. The rifle is the “Westerner” style and was part of the introduction of Winchester’s belted magnum cartridges in the late ’50s and early ’60 with less recoil and higher velocities than the others.
With its high velocity and excellent ballistics coefficient, the .264 Win Mag is not only suitable for any game animal in North America, it makes a fine long-range target rifle as well.
To the Guy Who Tried to Mug Me in Downtown Savannah night before last.
I was the guy wearing the black Burberry jacket that you demanded that I hand over, shortly after you pulled the knife on me and my girlfriend, threatening our lives. You also asked for my girlfriend’s purse and earrings. I can only hope that you somehow come across this rather important message.
First, I’d like to apologize for your embarrassment; I didn’t expect you to actually crap in your pants when I drew my pistol after you took my jacket. The evening was not that cold, and I was wearing the jacket for a reason.
My girlfriend was happy that I just returned safely from my 2nd tour as a Combat Marine in Afghanistan. She had just bought me that Kimber Custom Model 1911 .45 ACP pistol for my birthday, and we had picked up a shoulder holster for it that very evening. Obviously, you agree that it is a very intimidating weapon when pointed at your head … isn’t it?!
I know it probably wasn’t fun walking back to wherever you’d come from with crap in your pants. I’m sure it was even worse walking bare-footed since I made you leave your shoes, cell phone, and wallet with me [That prevented you from calling or running to your buddies to come help mug us again].
After I called your mother or “Momma” as you had her listed in your cell, I explained the entire episode of what you’d done. Then I went and filled up my gas tank as well as those of four other people in the gas station — on your credit card. The guy with the big motor home took 153 gallons and was extremely grateful!
I gave your shoes to a homeless guy outside Vinnie Van Go Go’s, along with all the cash in your wallet. [That made his day!]
I then threw your wallet into the big pink “pimp mobile” that was parked at the curb ….. after I broke the windshield and side window and keyed the entire driver’s side of the car.
Earlier, I managed to get in two threatening phone calls to the DA’s office and one to the FBI, while mentioning President Biden as my possible target.
The FBI guy seemed really intense and we had a nice long chat (I guess while he traced your number etc.).
In a way, perhaps I should apologize for not killing you … but I feel this type of retribution is a far more appropriate punishment for your threatened crime.
I wish you well as you try to sort through some of these rather immediate pressing issues, and can only hope that you have the opportunity to reflect upon, and perhaps reconsider, the career path you’ve chosen to pursue in life. Remember, next time you might not be so lucky.
Have a good day!
Thoughtfully yours,
Semper Fi,

