The state of the military exoskeleton is still science fiction

Checking up on the status of the Tactical Assault Light Operator Suit (TALOS), I found this article from earlier this year
https://taskandpurpose.com/talos-iron-man-suit-dead
and I'm struck by how integrated science fiction has become in talking about the design--I mean, Iron Man is mainstream media now, but Starship Troopers is old school. Anyway, the military exoskeleton is one of my favorite military/disability/science ficion intersections, but I'm kind of amused that the military can't get its devices to work with each other, either.

What's the difference between a dom and a dentist?

Answer: the dom respects your pain limits. Story (because of course there is a story) follows.

I had a dentist appt. today with a dentist at my public health clinic. I've had him before, and I already didn't like him, because
he doesn't really listen, but today was the first time he was going to actually do a filling.

He gives me the shot of anesthesia, and a few seconds later begins poking me with a sharp pointy object and asking if I can feel that. I admit, I kind of hesitated, because I was trying to do the calculation
of whether I should ask for more anesthesia now or wait. I said yes, that hurt, but he gets all challenging: am I feeling actual pain? I replied yes, I could feel that he was poking me with a sharp object, so then he pokes the other side of my mouth and says is that painful? I'm beginning to get annoyed, so I said very specifically that yes, it felt the same being poked with a sharp pointy object on both sides of my mouth. He's still challenging me, and alternating it with telling me to open my mouth wider (I actually have a small mouth, which he finally figured out), and keep my chin up. He starts putting more tools into my mouth, with another severe command that I have to keep my chin up, and I can tell he is not going to give me more anesthesia.

Which is when I begin having a PTSD attack.

Seriously, I don't even have these anymore.

So I make a time-out sign with my hands and begin stuttering out, two words at a time, that I can't do this because I am having a PTSD attack, and then Alexx steps in and asks if I want to go home, and all I can do is basically nod.

I've spent my fair share of time in dungeons, and I never felt unsafe, but doctors--what the fuck?? Am I seriously expected to argue with someone over whether I can feel pain or not? Would I be having to have this argument if I was male?

I'm just sorry I didn't bite him. "Oh, are you sure you can feel that? How about now?"

Comcast offers eye-tracking to control your TV

which can also be used to control smart home devices
https://www.wired.com/story/comcast-eye-tracking-tv-remote/