I have this recurring nightmare where a miniature version of myself chases me around, hellbent on killing the normal-sized me and leaving a wake of tiny destruction in its path. It's sort of like Child's Play meets Single White Female, and when I wake up, sweaty and terrified, my only consolation is that the technology simply doesn't exist for such a thing to become reality.
Well, crap. Now it does.
[Little Island]
Send them a photograph and a voice recording, and the Little Island company will make a creepy, probably psychotic robot version of you. Isn't the future exciting?
[via BotJunkie]
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