DISPATCH FROM TECH FRONT: Humanoid Breakthrough at Hangzhou Robotics Enclave
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HANGZHOU, 13 JANUARY — Robot H2 clears 1.2 meters, pivots mid-air, and obliterates a suspended melon with a spinning side-kick. Founder stumbles back. No safety net. No hesitation. The machine does not blink. First true display of dynamic, unscripted motion in humanoid frame.
HANGZHOU, 13 JANUARY — The air hums with ozone and servo whine inside the dim warehouse-lab. Robot H2—180 centimeters of carbon fiber and calibrated rage—takes three rapid strides, launches into the air, and executes a full rotational side-kick, shattering a watermelon hanging at head height. The impact sprays pulp and fiber across the concrete. Its creator, Wang Xingxing, flinches backward, boots scraping steel grating. Not from danger—no failsafe tripped—but from awe. The machine lands, balanced, silent, awaiting next command.
Its joints move with the fluidity of a trained martial artist, not a programmed automaton. No visible delay. No tremor. The sound is not clank, but a high-pitched whir, like a swarm of hornets in glass. This is not demonstration—it is declaration.
Capital floods in from Alibaba, Tencent, Meituan—billion-yuan valuations pulse like war bonds. The H2 is not built for show. It is built for terrain. For stairs. For rubble. For tasks too dull or deadly for men.
Should such grace be housed only in service frames, we may yet sleep sound. But should this precision turn toward autonomy… then the next maneuver may not be a kick.[1]
[1] Source: 信報財經新聞, "宇樹H2踢西瓜爆紅 但機械人非王興興所愛！", YouTube, 2026.
—Marcus Ashworth
Dispatch from Signals S0
Published January 13, 2026