The mobile, plant-loving greenhouse robot known as Le Petit Prince has something about it that makes us inexplicably sad. I wonder if it’s due to the fact that he’s named after one of the most soul-depressing ever penned books, or just his massive adorable one eye. Whatever the reason, his usefulness can never be gainsaid nor is it in doubt. Even as he ravages terrains in search of specimens, he can care for plants as he carries them about.
He can learn about the optimal growth conditions of plants that he’s designed to collect and its no wonder we have that burning urge to care for the Venus Flytrap (oops sorry we mentioned the name of the finicky houseplant.)
