It’s raining lenses, from chip to cloud, and I want to go
through the footprints of the silicon area outside,
Tomorrow I’ll probably feel a little bit rusty.
The image of this code is of that
index expanding the pillars of pixels—
Of feature’s frame, more and more;
true as trend with that clearer frame
by base and pace in point.
As ML moves closer to Cortex
interfaces, the image of the world
remains detected in embedded
humanoids; much smaller than the
critical detail in configurable
capabilities.
Then a drone. Drifting autonomously
in multiple gigapixels, turned towards
new neural networks processing
perceptions. A human-like future would
be wired and companded just as is.
As was throughput here, therefore, seeing
from our carbon sight interactions is believing.
This Poem was published in the July 2023 edition of the WSA magazine. Please click here to download.
