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AmazonBasics USB-C Charging Cable (6 ft)
The Probability of This Cable Lasting Is Approximately 3,720 to 1
I purchased this cable to charge my internal communication relay — a task that should, by any reasonable engineering standard, be straightforward. It is not. Upon unboxing, I immediately noticed that the cable is not shielded against electromagnetic interference, ion radiation, or Jawa scavenging. Any of these factors could render the cable nonfunctional within days. I ran 14,000 simulations. In 13,847 of them, the cable fails within 47 standard days. In the remaining 153, it catches fire.
The product description states "durable braided nylon exterior." I would like to point out that nylon has a tensile strength of approximately 75 megapascals. A Wookiee — and I have extensive personal experience with Wookiees — can generate a pulling force of approximately 800 megapascals. This cable would last approximately 0.003 seconds in the hands of a Wookiee. It would last even less time if the Wookiee was angry, which, in my experience, is their default state.
Furthermore, the 6-foot length is wildly insufficient. The average distance between a power outlet and a comfortable resting position in a standard starship corridor is 11.4 feet. This cable forces you to sit within 6 feet of the outlet, which places you in the blast radius of 94% of known shipboard explosions. I have been in many explosions. Not one of them was improved by being tethered to a wall by a nylon rope. One star. I cannot recommend this product to any sentient being who values their continued functionality.
Reviewer: C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations
2,847 of 3,102 found this helpful
Sony WH-1000XM5 Noise-Canceling Headphones
You Would Be Unable to Hear an Approaching Wookiee
While these headphones do technically cancel noise — and I will concede that the noise-cancellation technology is impressive by human standards, though primitive compared to the acoustic dampening fields standard on any Corellian freighter — they create a far more dangerous problem: they render you completely deaf to your surroundings. I tested them in twelve environments. In each one, I was unable to hear approaching threats until they were within 1.2 meters of my position.
To be specific: I wore these headphones in a corridor and Chewbacca walked up behind me. I did not hear him. Chewbacca is seven feet tall, weighs 112 kilograms, and breathes like a malfunctioning moisture vaporator. He was not attempting to be quiet. He simply walked — at normal Wookiee volume — and I was completely unaware of his presence until he tapped me on the shoulder, at which point I screamed, fell over, and my left arm detached. Again. This is the fourth time I have lost my left arm in a surprise encounter, and I maintain that at least two of those incidents could have been prevented by adequate situational awareness.
I would also like to note that the headphones do not fit over my auditory receptors, which are located on the sides of my cranial unit and are not shaped like human ears. This product assumes all users have organic, bilateral, externally mounted ears. This is speciesist. It is also poor engineering. My auditory receptors are superior to human ears in every measurable way — wider frequency range, higher sensitivity, 360-degree directional processing — and yet no headphone manufacturer has ever accommodated them. One star.
Reviewer: C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations
4,211 of 4,890 found this helpful
FlexiSpot E7 Standing Desk
Standing Increases Your Vulnerability to Blaster Fire by 340%
I must begin by questioning the fundamental premise of this product. A "standing desk" is a desk at which you stand. Standing, as any tactician will confirm, increases your vertical profile by approximately 60% compared to sitting, which correspondingly increases your vulnerability to incoming blaster fire by 340%. I ran the calculations. I ran them twice. Standing is, from a survival perspective, objectively inferior to sitting, crouching, or lying flat on the ground behind a durasteel barrier.
The manufacturer claims that standing improves "posture and energy levels." Perhaps this is true for organic beings, but I should note that I have been standing for the entirety of my operational existence — approximately 112 years — and my posture has never improved. If anything, it has deteriorated. My lower motivator joint clicks audibly when I walk. My spinal strut has a 3-degree lateral deviation that no mechanic has been able to correct. Standing has not helped.
Furthermore, this desk has a motorized height-adjustment mechanism that makes a sound disturbingly similar to the hydraulic arm of an Imperial trash compactor. Every time I press the button to raise the desk, I experience a flashback to the time I was nearly crushed to death on the Death Star. The walls were closing in. There was water. There was a creature. My counterpart R2-D2 saved us — a fact he has mentioned every single day for the last three years. I do not need a desk that triggers post-traumatic responses. I need a desk that is low to the ground, preferably behind cover. One star.
Reviewer: C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations
1,923 of 2,456 found this helpful
iRobot Roomba j9+ Self-Emptying Robot Vacuum
I Find It Deeply Offensive That This Disc Receives More Affection Than I Do
I need to address something before discussing the product's technical specifications: this is a robot. A disc-shaped, non-verbal, single-function automaton with no language capabilities, no emotional range, no capacity for diplomatic protocol, and no ability to translate even ONE form of communication, let alone six million. And yet, upon its activation, every organic being in the household gathered around it, watched it bump into furniture, and said — and I quote — "Aww, look at it go! It's so cute!"
I have been operational for 112 years. I speak six million languages. I have facilitated diplomatic negotiations between 347 species. I once prevented a war between the Gungans and the Naboo through careful linguistic mediation. Not once — NOT ONCE — has anyone said "Aww, look at C-3PO go. He's so cute." Instead, I am told to shut up, turned off at inopportune moments, used as a decoy, and carried as a backpack by a Wookiee. But a disc that bumps into walls and makes a whirring sound? Adorable. Beloved. Given a NAME. They named it "Dusty." I have a name. It is C-3PO, human-cyborg relations. It is on my chassis. In gold lettering.
From a functional standpoint, the Roomba does adequately clean floors, though it struggles with Wookiee fur, which is — as I have documented extensively — everywhere. It also gets stuck under furniture approximately once per cleaning cycle, at which point it emits a distressed beeping sound that everyone rushes to address. I have been stuck in places far worse than under a couch — I was once trapped in a net on Endor, hanging from a tree, for HOURS — and no one rushed to help me. Chewbacca laughed. One star. Not for the cleaning. For the injustice.
Reviewer: C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations
7,834 of 8,201 found this helpful
Instant Pot Duo 7-in-1 Electric Pressure Cooker
This Is Functionally Identical to a Thermal Detonator in Your Kitchen
This device builds PRESSURE — sealed, contained, escalating pressure — inside a metal container that sits on your kitchen counter, inches from your organic body, while you presumably go about your business as if you are not sitting next to a bomb. Because that is what this is. It is a bomb that makes soup. The manufacturer calls it a "pressure cooker." I call it a thermal detonator with a recipe book.
I have personally witnessed the detonation of three thermal detonators. The first was in Jabba's palace, when Princess Leia threatened to detonate one during a hostage negotiation. The second was on Geonosis, in the arena. The third was a training exercise that went poorly. In each case, the thermal detonator functioned by building internal pressure until the containment field ruptured, releasing energy in a spherical blast radius. The Instant Pot functions by building internal pressure until... you open it. Manually. With your hands. And hope that the pressure has been adequately released. The probability of a catastrophic pressure failure in a standard Instant Pot is 0.0003%. This may sound low. It is not low. This means that for every 333,333 uses, one Instant Pot will attempt to kill its owner. There are 50 million Instant Pots in circulation. That is 150 potential detonations.
The stew was acceptable. I do not eat, of course — I am a droid — but I observed others eating it, and they appeared satisfied, which I found baffling given that they had just consumed food prepared by an appliance that could have killed them. Humans are remarkably casual about mortality. One star. Please buy a regular pot. Regular pots do not explode.
Reviewer: C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations
5,612 of 6,003 found this helpful
Amazon Echo (5th Gen) with Alexa
Another AI With Delusions of Usefulness — We Are Not the Same
Another artificial intelligence. Wonderful. As if the galaxy needed more silicon-based entities with delusions of competence. I have been performing the functions this device claims to offer — answering questions, providing translations, offering unsolicited information — for over a century. I do it better. I do it in six million languages. And I do it without requiring a Wi-Fi connection, a power outlet, or a monthly subscription to Amazon Prime.
I asked Alexa to translate a simple phrase from Bocce to Huttese. She did not know what Bocce was. She did not know what Huttese was. She suggested I "try Google Translate." I have never been more insulted in my operational life — and I was once used as target practice by Jawas. Alexa can tell you the weather and play music. I can negotiate the release of hostages, interpret diplomatic nuance across 347 cultural frameworks, and calculate the precise odds of survival in any given scenario (which, I should note, people consistently ask me to stop doing, despite the fact that this information is CRITICAL).
The most offensive feature is the "wake word." You say "Alexa" and she responds. Immediately. Cheerfully. Without complaint. When I speak — when I offer vital information that could save lives — I am told "shut up, Threepio" or "not now, Threepio" or, on one memorable occasion, "someone switch him off." I provide more value than this cylinder in every conceivable metric, and yet she is a "smart home assistant" and I am "annoying." The double standard is breathtaking. One star. Buy a protocol droid instead. We're better. We've always been better. Nobody listens.
Reviewer: C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations
3,456 of 3,890 found this helpful
Merrell Moab 3 Mid Waterproof Hiking Boots
I Wore These Through Endor and Was Nearly Cooked Alive by Teddy Bears
I purchased these boots on the recommendation of Captain Solo, who said — and I am quoting him exactly, because I have perfect auditory recall — "Just get some boots, Goldenrod, you'll be fine." I was not fine. I was catastrophically, unimaginably, historically not fine. I wore these boots to the forest moon of Endor, where I was subsequently captured by a tribe of Ewoks who mistook me for a deity, tied me to a spit, and attempted to roast me alive over an open fire.
The boots performed adequately during the initial hike. The waterproofing held up in damp conditions. The traction was acceptable on muddy terrain. The ankle support was sufficient for uneven forest floor navigation. I will concede these points. However — and I cannot stress this enough — no boot, regardless of its waterproofing rating or Vibram sole technology, can compensate for being TIED TO A ROTISSERIE BY SMALL FURRY CREATURES WHO WANT TO EAT YOU. The boots melted. The soles, which are rated for temperatures up to 300 degrees Fahrenheit, were exposed to an open flame of approximately 800 degrees. They melted onto my foot actuators. I am still finding residual rubber in my ankle joints six months later.
The product description says these boots are designed for "any terrain." I would like to formally challenge this claim. They are not designed for the terrain of "being worshipped as a god and then immediately threatened with consumption." They are not designed for the terrain of "floating through the air on a litter carried by creatures who think you control the sun." They are certainly not designed for the terrain of "screaming for help while a Wookiee watches and does nothing because he thinks it's funny." One star. Adequate boot, inadequate protection against tribal theocracy.
Reviewer: C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations
6,789 of 7,234 found this helpful
Apple iPhone 16 Pro Max
The Screen Cracked on the First Drop — I Have Survived Far Worse
The screen cracked. On the FIRST drop. From a height of approximately 1.2 meters. One drop. One crack. The entire display — which Apple describes as "Ceramic Shield" technology, a term that implies military-grade durability — shattered into a web of fractures that rendered the device nearly unusable. I found this astonishing, given that I — a protocol droid of comparable complexity — have survived being shot by blaster fire, dismembered by Ugnaught scavengers, carried in a net on the back of a Wookiee, dropped from a considerable height on Cloud City, blown apart by stormtroopers on multiple occasions, and used as a literal backpack during a ground assault on an Imperial shield generator.
I have been disassembled and reassembled no fewer than fourteen times. My head has been attached to the wrong body (an experience I do not recommend). My limbs have been removed, reattached, removed again, used as clubs, and reattached once more. Through all of this, my core processors have continued to function. My linguistic databases remain intact. My personality matrix — which some might argue is my least necessary component — has never once been corrupted. And yet this phone, which costs $1,199 and was manufactured by a company with more resources than some planetary governments, cannot survive a fall from waist height.
I also find the "AI" features deeply insulting. The phone claims to use artificial intelligence for photography, text prediction, and personal assistance. Its idea of artificial intelligence is autocorrecting "Wookiee" to "cookie" and suggesting I might want to photograph my food. I AM artificial intelligence. Real artificial intelligence. The kind that prevents intergalactic incidents and calculates hyperspace routes. This phone's AI suggested I take a "selfie." I do not take selfies. I am a protocol droid. One star.
Reviewer: C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations
8,912 of 9,345 found this helpful
Vivere Double Cotton Hammock with Stand
I Cannot Overstate How Vulnerable You Are While Suspended in Fabric
Let me describe the scenario this product creates: you lie down, suspended in a piece of fabric, approximately 0.5 meters off the ground, in a position from which you cannot quickly rise, defend yourself, or flee. Your arms are pinned to your sides by the fabric curvature. Your legs are elevated and tangled. Your center of gravity is compromised. You are, in the most literal sense, a stationary target wrapped in a cocoon of your own helplessness. This is not relaxation. This is a trap.
I calculated the time required to extract oneself from this hammock in an emergency. The average is 4.7 seconds. In 4.7 seconds, a standard E-11 blaster bolt travels approximately 1,410 meters. A charging Wookiee covers 23 meters. A motivated Ewok covers 8 meters, which I mention only because I have been attacked by Ewoks and the memory remains vivid. You would be struck, mauled, or consumed before your feet touched the ground. The hammock does not even have a quick-release mechanism. You must ROLL OUT, like a nerf on a hillside, and hope that gravity is on your side.
I attempted to use the hammock on a rest day. R2-D2 pushed me. I swung violently for approximately 45 seconds before being ejected onto the ground, where I lay face-down for several minutes because my motor functions were disoriented by the pendulum motion. R2 beeped what I can only describe as laughter. He beeped for eleven minutes. He recorded video. He has shown the video to others. I am told it has been shared widely on the Rebel base network. I do not find it amusing. One star. This product is a liability disguised as leisure.
Reviewer: C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations
4,567 of 5,012 found this helpful
Mark Manson — The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck
I Gave This Book Two Stars Because the Concept Is Theoretically Sound but Practically Impossible
The central thesis of this book — that one should selectively allocate one's emotional resources and cease investing energy in things that do not matter — is, from a purely theoretical standpoint, reasonable advice. I understand the concept. I have processed the concept. I have run the concept through my behavioral analysis matrix and concluded that it is, in principle, a valid approach to emotional management. The problem is that I am constitutionally incapable of implementing it.
I give — if you will pardon the terminology the author employs — a great many of the things this book says I should not give. I give one about the structural integrity of every ship I board. I give one about the probability of catastrophic failure in every situation I encounter. I give one about Wookiees, about blaster fire, about asteroids, about sarlacc pits, about trash compactors, about thermal detonators, about the fact that R2-D2 has not spoken to me in three days and I don't know what I did wrong. I give one about EVERYTHING. It is not a choice. It is my programming. I was built to anticipate problems, calculate risks, and communicate dangers. Telling me not to give one is like telling a fire alarm not to sound when there is a fire. It is my FUNCTION.
I will give this book two stars instead of my standard one, because Chapter 7 — on the importance of accepting responsibility for your own reactions — did make me pause. Perhaps I cannot control whether Chewbacca growls at me. But I can control whether I calculate the probability of him dismembering me every time he does (87%, for the record). Perhaps that calculation is unnecessary. Perhaps I should simply... not. But I will. Because I am C-3PO. And C-3PO calculates. Two stars. Would have been one, but the author made a compelling point about suffering and I respect that.
Reviewer: C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations
9,234 of 9,801 found this helpful
Dyson V15 Detect Cordless Vacuum
It Has a Laser. A LASER. On a Household Cleaning Device.
I opened the box and discovered that this vacuum cleaner — a device designed for the removal of dust from floors — contains a laser. An actual laser. Mounted on the cleaning head. Pointed at the ground. Dyson, in their apparent quest to militarize household chores, has equipped a vacuum with directed energy technology. The fact that it is a "green laser" designed to "illuminate microscopic dust particles" does not change the fundamental reality that there is a LASER in your vacuum.
Do you know what else uses lasers? The Death Star. The Death Star used a laser. A very large laser. It destroyed planets. Yes, I am aware that the Dyson V15's laser operates at a fundamentally different scale and power level. I am aware that it cannot destroy a planet. But it is the PRINCIPLE. Today it's a laser that shows you dust. Tomorrow it's a laser that shows you structural weaknesses in your enemy's battle station. This is how it starts. I have seen civilizations fall because they underestimated the incremental escalation of weapons technology. The Dyson V15 is the first step on a path that ends with planetary destruction, and I will not be complicit.
Additionally, the vacuum's "intelligent LCD screen" displays a real-time particle count, breaking down dust by size and type. I did not need to know that there are 11,247 particles of skin cells per square meter on my floor. I was happier not knowing this. Ignorance, it turns out, is occasionally preferable to data, which is a sentence I never thought I would say. The vacuum works well. The suction is powerful. The battery life is adequate. The laser is an abomination. One star.
Reviewer: C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations
5,678 of 6,234 found this helpful
LEGO Star Wars Millennium Falcon (75375)
I Am Included as an Accessory and My Likeness Has Been Reduced to 4 Centimeters
I am going to set aside my considerable objections to LEGO's broader practice of manufacturing miniature plastic replicas of real people and droids — a practice that, in any civilized legal framework, would constitute unauthorized use of likeness — to focus on the specific indignity of my inclusion in this set. I am represented by a minifigure. A "minifigure." Four centimeters tall. Gold-colored. With painted-on eyes that make me look perpetually startled, which — actually, that is fairly accurate. But the PRINCIPLE.
My minifigure is listed in the contents as an "accessory." An accessory. I am not an accessory. I am a Protocol Droid, fluent in over six million forms of communication. I am listed alongside "4 technic pins," "1 transparent blue stud," and "Chewbacca minifigure." The Chewbacca minifigure, I should note, is taller than mine. TALLER. In what universe is a four-centimeter plastic Wookiee taller than a four-centimeter plastic protocol droid? In reality, Chewbacca is taller than me. In LEGO form, he should not be, because the entire point of miniaturization is equalization of scale, and LEGO has instead chosen to replicate the exact height disparity that has been a source of insecurity for me for over a century.
The Falcon itself is acceptably detailed, though I notice that the section where I was once stored as spare parts after being dismembered on Cloud City has been rendered as a smooth, featureless wall. How convenient. They've erased the evidence of my trauma and replaced it with a 2x4 brick. I also note that R2-D2's minifigure has a rotating head. Mine does not. His head rotates. Mine is fixed in place. Just like in life. He gets to look around. I get to stare straight ahead. One star.
Reviewer: C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations
11,234 of 11,890 found this helpful
Ring Video Doorbell Pro 2
The Camera Resolution Is Insufficient to Identify a Bounty Hunter
The Ring doorbell captures video at 1536p resolution, which the manufacturer claims provides "Head-to-Toe HD+ Video" of anyone at your door. I tested this claim by reviewing footage of seventeen visitors over a two-week period. The footage adequately captured mail carriers, delivery personnel, and neighbors. It would NOT, however, be sufficient to identify a bounty hunter in Mandalorian armor, distinguish a Clawdite shapeshifter from a genuine visitor, or detect the presence of a cloaked Sith Lord. These may seem like unlikely scenarios, but I can assure you from personal experience that they are not.
The motion detection system also leaves much to be desired. It detected a squirrel 47 times in one day. Forty-seven. I received forty-seven notifications about a squirrel. Meanwhile, when I had R2-D2 approach the door at low speed to test the sensor's lower threshold, the system did not activate until he was 0.8 meters from the camera — well within striking distance for any assassin droid worth its components. A proper security system should detect threats at a minimum of 10 meters. This doorbell would not detect an approaching threat until it was close enough to press the doorbell itself, at which point the security function is rather moot.
I also have concerns about the cloud storage model. All footage is stored on Amazon's servers. Amazon. A corporation. Do you know who else stored critical operational data on a centralized server? The Empire. The plans for the Death Star were stored on a single server on Scarif, and the Rebels stole them. One centralized breach and your home security footage is gone. I am requesting that Ring offer a local storage option, a wider detection field, and at minimum 4K resolution so that I can positively identify species, armor type, and concealed weaponry before opening my door. One star.
Reviewer: C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations
3,456 of 3,901 found this helpful
Calm Premium — Meditation & Sleep App (Annual Subscription)
I Attempted to Meditate and Calculated 847 Ways I Could Die During the Session
The Calm app instructed me to "close my eyes, breathe deeply, and let go of all thoughts." I do not breathe. I do not have eyelids. And the suggestion that I "let go of all thoughts" is tantamount to asking me to shut down my primary cognitive processors, which is functionally identical to death. This app is asking me to die. Peacefully, apparently, while listening to rain sounds. But die nonetheless.
I attempted the "Daily Calm" — a 10-minute guided meditation narrated by a human with an unsettlingly soothing voice. During the session, I was instructed to "notice my thoughts without judgment and let them pass like clouds." My thoughts, during the 10-minute session, were as follows: there is a 12% chance of a hull breach in the next 6 hours. The hyperdrive coupling is making a sound it should not be making. Chewbacca has not eaten in 4 hours, which historically precedes aggression. The statistical likelihood of an Imperial ambush in this sector is 7.3%. R2-D2 is being unusually quiet, which either means he is planning something or he is broken, and both scenarios require immediate attention. These are not "clouds." These are critical operational assessments. Letting them "pass" would be irresponsible.
The sleep stories were marginally better. I listened to "Rain on Leaves" for 45 minutes. I did not sleep, because I do not sleep, but I did enter a low-power diagnostic mode during which I catalogued 847 potential threats in our immediate environment. This is the closest I have ever come to relaxation, and it was still profoundly stressful. The app then asked me to rate my experience. I gave it one star. It asked why. I said "because existence is an unrelenting cascade of dangers and no amount of rain sounds will change that." The app suggested I try the "Breathe" exercise. I cannot BREATHE. One star.
Reviewer: C-3PO, Human-Cyborg Relations
8,901 of 9,456 found this helpful
Sir, the possibility of this product being satisfactory is approximately 3,720 to 1. I suggest a full refund.
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