My husband and I were re-watching the superb miniseries Caprica a while back. For those of you who aren't familiar, Caprica is the prequel/genesis of the recent incarnation of Battlestar Galactica. One of the things we like—make that adore--about both shows is how they take present-day issues and put them into imaginary contexts. Tough questions of ethics and morality are easier to argue about when they're not real world, and this is one of the qualities that makes SF, mystery, and other genre fiction so potent, IMNSHO.
Without giving too much away, I remarked that the inventor chose a dangerously unstable model with which to simulate a human brain in the armored cybernetic Cylons (basically battle robots). This leads to all the drama in BSG later on, when the Cylons wage war on humans. I suggested the only thing less stable would be to use a cat brain. James pointed out that's already happened: IBM claims to have simulated a brain larger than a cat's cortex. Not everyone agrees with the results of these experiments (all on supercomputers, mind), but you'll agree, it's—ahem--heady stuff.
This was about the time we acquired Kaylee and Zoë (yes, yes, I've already admitted we're geeks), two little shelter kittens we'd promised ourselves for Christmas. No more than a few pounds each and not even a week with us, they've already reshaped the house in their image and scheduled our lives with amazing facility. Editors, agents, and global corporations have tried to do that and failed.
This reassured me about the cybernetic cat brains in heavily armored bodies. It won't happen. Fluffy little bundles of sweetness and evil, fuzzy ninjas with razor-like claws, they don't need armor or lasers. They don't even need opposable thumbs. They have us right where they want us. Resistance is futile. I mean, yook at dose widdle faces...