On the subject of Robots living inside pinball machines:
Did anyone else love this game as much as I did? Yes, the obvious Twilight Zone connection for a kid who was nuts over Science Fiction, but it was also way more than that. I was mad about pinball, having become addicted to the original Star Trek machine at a hotel in Cornwall, and would play every single table which I encountered. This quickly became one of my favorites, due to one distinguishing factor:
MAGNETS.
At random intervals, the machine would grab your silverball and throw it around the table, often directly into the path of an inescapable ramp, or right out of range of the flippers. I believe this was the first time I encountered Robots who were trying to screw up my exploits. Still, I loved the everliving hell out of this machine, especially since I foolishly thought that I could beat it at its own game.
If I get a sudden influx of disposable income this Christmas season, I may have to drop the $8,000 it takes to buy this sucker.
(Reminded of the pinball topic this morning by Andrea Rosen, who you should be following if you are not already.)