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Nao Robots Dance

21 June, 2010 18:01 CST6CDT

"Here's a sneak peek at the soon to be famous dancing Nao robots, the technological mascot of the France Pavilion. The robots are "rehearsing" before their first public appearance on June 21, on the day of France Pavilion Day, which coincides with Music Day in France. The performance showcases Nao's range of smooth yet agile and rhythmic movements to a 3-part music compilation including the famous orchestral masterpiece Bolero by French composer Maurice Ravel. This also marks the first time robots have supported an artistic field evoking emotions. Nao is a humanoid, autonomous, interactive and completely programmable robot created by Aldebaran Robotics (www.aldebaran-robotics.com/en), the worldwide leader in humanoid robotics." - [shanghaiexpoinsights]

This video takes geek on a spiritual journey.  The movements of these [Nao robots] seem not to display interpretative coded motions for a single human being, but rather display feeling and response to Bolero, by a French composer Maurice Ravel on their own coherence.

I do try not to post too many YouTube videos here.  You could spend all day doing this.  However, every so often as I found with the Flashmob content, their are several that deserve attention.  These Nao Robotics dancing fit that quota.

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