The Armatron could do nothing productive; it was typically boxed with a few pylons and other plastic tidbits whereby a 10-year-old boy could practice picking them up and stacking them or dropping them back on the table. If you attempted to grip something substantial, there was some protection that would ratchet awhile, or you could just strip the gears, and ruin the toy by December 28th.
It did look really cool. It was ABS plastic but the colors were striking: dark navy blue and a vivid orange. It looked like it was a miniature of something that worked 24/7 in an automobile factory and something that took away jobs, and pensions and homes and electricity, from 11 factory workers in 1985.