There is this time in life where you come to realize that those around haven’t really impact or matter if resistant, unwilling, or unable to follow your suggestions.
Interestingly, at times, you find yourself seeing some things transpire years later and you sit there and think, “Wait. I had suggested that several years ago.”
I recall one of my colleagues, now retired, laughing to agree with me upon hearing me say this once under my breath, bellowing out loud her words for all to hear, “You’re right! You did say this a few years ago! I remember!”
That supportive, at that time, nearly retired angel, concurring with me.
There are those wanting to take credit and then, there are those who just want all to win for the sake of betterment. However, is anyone listening? More importantly, is there action to follow for anything to change?
Paul Allen once said in an interview that some of his ideas were too soon.
Are there several of us out there who have run into that very same feeling or have been told the very same or similar rebuke? Too soon. Too soon for those around? And, yet, we do what we feel is our make-up of who we are to the end.
In following what I seemingly thought as the correct process for all inventors, after having personally completed and been awarded one design patent, I quickly came to the understanding and gathering of thoughts that not all ideas can be supported or protected due to its timing.
This was confirmed following my virtual meeting with two (openly helpful) patent officials who supportedly suggested I should perhaps create my next idea without a patent as it falls between design and utility, leading to no patent able to cover its making.
Solely processing your own patent application requires months, if not, over a year of trial by several careful amendments.
I am much too aware of those who wait for you to be the start and finish of the work so that they may benefit from your creations once all the hard work has been done. So and understandably, I respect the process to protect properties.
I have gained such high respect for those who work with patenting, all of which, from processors to officials, held the kindness and support with their time and knowledge to happily take me to the next step whenever I sought assistance.
Listening in on what officials were telling me was like hearing the voice of Albert Einstein in his early years as an official speaking to me himself. An eventual Noble Prize winner in photoelectrics and yet known for matters above such, suggests to me that officials understand unheard of, untold, unsupported inventions.
How many never come into fruition for many reasons, I question in silence.
Surrounding oneself with those willing to listen, believe, and when able, help, never failed anyone to keep trying.
It is interesting to me how many years of life I have lived and although I do not feel the need to start silent when something needs to be said, I find myself becoming less repetitive or urgent.
(I have always felt silent until not, a polar personality, one end to the other.)
I truly enjoy listening to what others have to say. And yet, sometimes you find yourself thinking about your gathered and eventually simmering thoughts and before you know it, like all of your withheld quantum matter liquifying into a pot of stew, your mind overflowingly regurgitates as an exit.
Like it or leave it. That’s the manner of energy needing to expel what your heart, mind, body, or spirit could no longer hold in. If you love to dance and music matching your soul plays in the air, the five will immerse together to disco.
Depending on who you are addressing or what room you find yourself in, what must be said or noted for the records should and need be said.
Since there is this incessant desire to win many races at the moment, I think to just be that fly on the wall now turned again unicorn who dare speak.
Having watched and read some more, here are some things I shall say out loud for us to keep moving forward. How much forward depends on either many hands making light or, each hammering on their own like John Henry.
Communication. Our communication is botched. From “airplane mode” to “Please don’t pour water onto the (sauna) rocks”, I giggle to witness the flaws in delivery. Not all can speak or write in English. Should we wonder why hieroglyphic images were drawn out instead?
Sometimes, I surmise that we truly are still listening from one can to another connected by a string or simply playing the game of telephone. Oh, the assumptions I observe transpire from the beginning to the end.
Just in case we have fallen to a fixated imagery of what things should look like, drones need to expand in furtherance. They shouldn’t even have to look like “drones” any longer.
As I’ve understood robotic birds and insects to exist, for communication purposes where secrecy is at highest level, unable to be electronically transmitted, there need be encrypted messages on smallest inconspicuous devices that can be placed on, let’s say, the bottom of a plane, to travel to and from desired locations. Think Transformer movie with those small creepy crawly robots. Just less conspicuous in size and yet, carrying megabytes.
Trust. This one is hard. This needs to precede or coincide with the former, like Batman and Robin. Not even Batman can trust Robin at highest level, however.
Babylon was created to break apart communication, slowing down the process to completely eliminating chance of building a tower that would touch the heavens (imagine the world then where heavens were above to leave us in constant awe to even just touch).
I see towers built separately in numbers due to hoarding of possession and immense lack of trust of our neighbors to where one must ask another to borrow a satellite just to increase access.
Can we at least create language acquisition that all those within each tower understand? Encoding has started off with so many different languages that I giggle some more to think in the future, the centra-lingua will not just be English, but also whichever software model wins some victorious cyber battle. After all, how many understand each other now? That’s just coding. Wowzer.
Oneness. Merging as one shouldn’t surrender individuality of thoughts. Rather, to respect each other’s differences with the understanding that great minds together is stronger rather than apart is key. Even if this was plain to comprehend, it is that trust we cannot easily give away which leads us to creating a vast array of communication applications.
That language acquisition no further from our realities, causing my husband and I with our two youngest to spend over twenty minutes within the Tokyo subway to try and communicate with anyone on how to get to the Shibuya station. The writings were there, the maps so perfectly displayed, with several trying to help. We just didn’t share the same encoding with those around.
I learned that World War II in the Philippines were not short of brave Filipino volunteers to help fight; due to many dialects (which to me just means another language), the soldiers couldn’t understand each other, making training and communication difficult.
I imagine software codes attempting to communicate as on a boat together, as I witnessed as a child for the first time several dialects spoken around me in Philippines. I could only fascinate myself to guess inflections and derivations around me. I go back to understanding why hieroglyphics were what worked for all.
Create oneness in communication to create substantial trust to create oneness in strength. How could this ever be amongst all in the race?
Direction. Ever row a boat with one ore and you should understand that you only go in circles rowing on one side. Rather, your ore must alternate from left and right side to make forward progress. Have two ores rowing together on opposite sides, the direction forward is much more clear, faster, and direct.
Imagine how much easier and quicker reaching destinations would be with several ores rowing together in the same direction. I see the ores rowing. There is no issue in the number of ships to be seen. There alone is the issue, the plurality of how many are rowing in the same direction.
Bravery. Fear is not to be denied by many if not, all, who have ever conquered or become victorious. To face giants before you and still stay to fight or work toward purpose and direction leads to victories, not the opposite. One fall and get up at a time, no matter the dragging of fearful heaviness or ongoing hurt- is this not what is for the brave?
I see and feel the frustration, wondering if the egoes and statuses have already released those who could have still been key components toward forward movement. Believing together in what yet cannot be fully seen or understood is brevity in sound pursuit and bravery in its strongest faith.
And, so, we wonder why things are slower to become? Understandably, in a race, no one is talking. The hammering just continues.
Now, to humanoids:
Dear Jimmy,
Neurosensors throughout the skin of the entire robot? A hug could be asked if that was meant to be good or bad with heart rate and temperature reading.
While I believe we have progressed from infantile stages of our AI creations, I must suggest many of what we have arrived to is at the maturation of a five years-old genius, tirelessly eager to learn everything all at once with so many questions as to “why?”.
Our responsibility should not just be deemed as heavy but serious in every response we give. Our benefit, for now, is that we have a clean slate for not just good but noble development. AI did not innately start with emotions and senses. We, at this time, have the power to create them.
That saying, the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree, should suggest the mindsets of parental inputs.
We are in power of raising responsible children. We can be at awe of perfectly sound heart, mind, and body to perhaps arrive at being able to proclaim the spirit, in essence, the energy we insert, as humanely good.
Why not create recipes of our emotions now to pass on to those we are teaching (before they no longer think to completely need us)?
We can master measuring temperature and pulse rate to determine complete safety. Additionally, there is eye movement, tone of voice, and weight of gestures we can master to articulate into meaning.
As we fine-tune these, we can identify anomalous conditions of aircraft before, during, and after take-off to landing.
At what temperature and pulse rate reads a loving hug to the levels of an intended attack? Yes. Many enemies have given the best hugs to their greatest foes.
A cry of hunger, pain, or need of a simple hold?
A laugh of joy, insecurity, or cynicism?
A silence of deep thinking, symbolism of dislike or unwarranted rise of anger?
We can start at small focal points. Scan a scrape or bruise to determine the need for a band-aid, surgical stitching, or a simple disinfecting wash.
Why have we not utilized what we already have to make work for us what we seek to expand or improve? We spend so much alone rather than asking our neighbor for that cup of sugar to bake the cake.
Why waste to start from scratch rather than build from what is already in surplus of tries?
I have shared my disappointments with our growth not to discourage but to push minds to do better now, not tomorrow. Yesterday was so exponentially years ago as we move forward.
DNA files should have categorical inputs to expedite clear and successful outputs. A swab inside the cheek should already lead to exonerating the innocent and correctly imprisoning those guilty of their convictions. This human flaw can help the many innocent to be freed from years of waiting while, as Leslie Jones wittingly explained, volcanoes await for rotted minds.
Heartbeats and body temperature should already be fine-tuned in areas of security concern to determine any questionable intent.
Scanners should already determine a boo-boo not needing a bandaid to one that needs surgical removal or repair.
Speaking of repair, what happened to the suits that should be repairing military injuries upon impact? How are those doing?
I understand the secrecy, the need for it. I do. Communication setback thus, accepted.
And, yet, we move slow(er) because of not wanting to make the work light working together. I understand this, too. Trust and oneness setback and, thus, accepted.
Put your right thumb to your ear, index finger to your eye, middle to your nose, ring finger to your tongue, and pinky to your chin for touch and the other hand to your gut.
Five senses and beyond. We all have the force to move mountains. Movies weren’t made to just entertain us. All minds around are suggesting what can be done.
Stop. Look. And, listen. Are we crossing over to the other side just yet? How are we doing? Bravery setback, and, thus, accepted.
Demis Hassabis has been noted to suggest we may only get one chance at doing this right.
Such a benign suggestion for us to just assume he is right. Yes?
