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The Mysterious Stranger, and Other Stories by Mark Twain, is part of the HackerNoon Books Series. You can jump to any chapter in this . Chapter II book Chapter II Three of us boys were always together, and had been so from the cradle, being fond of one another from the beginning, and this affection deepened as the years went on—Nikolaus Bauman, son of the principal judge of the local court; Seppi Wohlmeyer, son of the keeper of the principal inn, the “Golden Stag,” which had a nice garden, with shade trees reaching down to the riverside, and pleasure boats for hire; and I was the third—Theodor Fischer, son of the church organist, who was also leader of the village musicians, teacher of the violin, composer, tax-collector of the commune, sexton, and in other ways a useful citizen, and respected by all. We knew the hills and the woods as well as the birds knew them; for we were always roaming them when we had leisure—at least, when we were not swimming or boating or fishing, or playing on the ice or sliding down hill. And we had the run of the castle park, and very few had that. It was because we were pets of the oldest servingman in the castle—Felix Brandt; and often we went there, nights, to hear him talk about old times and strange things, and to smoke with him (he taught us that) and to drink coffee; for he had served in the wars, and was at the siege of Vienna; and there, when the Turks were defeated and driven away, among the captured things were bags of coffee, and the Turkish prisoners explained the character of it and how to make a pleasant drink out of it, and now he always kept coffee by him, to drink himself and also to astonish the ignorant with. When it stormed he kept us all night; and while it thundered and lightened outside he told us about ghosts and horrors of every kind, and of battles and murders and mutilations, and such things, and made it pleasant and cozy inside; and he told these things from his own experience largely. He had seen many ghosts in his time, and witches and enchanters, and once he was lost in a fierce storm at midnight in the mountains, and by the glare of the lightning had seen the Wild Huntsman rage on the blast with his specter dogs chasing after him through the driving cloud-rack. Also he had seen an incubus once, and several times he had seen the great bat that sucks the blood from the necks of people while they are asleep, fanning them softly with its wings and so keeping them drowsy till they die. He encouraged us not to fear supernatural things, such as ghosts, and said they did no harm, but only wandered about because they were lonely and distressed and wanted kindly notice and compassion; and in time we learned not to be afraid, and even went down with him in the night to the haunted chamber in the dungeons of the castle. The ghost appeared only once, and it went by very dim to the sight and floated noiseless through the air, and then disappeared; and we scarcely trembled, he had taught us so well. He said it came up sometimes in the night and woke him by passing its clammy hand over his face, but it did him no hurt; it only wanted sympathy and notice. But the strangest thing was that he had seen angels—actual angels out of heaven—and had talked with them. They had no wings, and wore clothes, and talked and looked and acted just like any natural person, and you would never know them for angels except for the wonderful things they did which a mortal could not do, and the way they suddenly disappeared while you were talking with them, which was also a thing which no mortal could do. And he said they were pleasant and cheerful, not gloomy and melancholy, like ghosts. It was after that kind of a talk one May night that we got up next morning and had a good breakfast with him and then went down and crossed the bridge and went away up into the hills on the left to a woody hill-top which was a favorite place of ours, and there we stretched out on the grass in the shade to rest and smoke and talk over these strange things, for they were in our minds yet, and impressing us. But we couldn't smoke, because we had been heedless and left our flint and steel behind. Soon there came a youth strolling toward us through the trees, and he sat down and began to talk in a friendly way, just as if he knew us. But we did not answer him, for he was a stranger and we were not used to strangers and were shy of them. He had new and good clothes on, and was handsome and had a winning face and a pleasant voice, and was easy and graceful and unembarrassed, not slouchy and awkward and diffident, like other boys. We wanted to be friendly with him, but didn't know how to begin. Then I thought of the pipe, and wondered if it would be taken as kindly meant if I offered it to him. But I remembered that we had no fire, so I was sorry and disappointed. But he looked up bright and pleased, and said: “Fire? Oh, that is easy; I will furnish it.” I was so astonished I couldn't speak; for I had not said anything. He took the pipe and blew his breath on it, and the tobacco glowed red, and spirals of blue smoke rose up. We jumped up and were going to run, for that was natural; and we did run a few steps, although he was yearningly pleading for us to stay, and giving us his word that he would not do us any harm, but only wanted to be friends with us and have company. So we stopped and stood, and wanted to go back, being full of curiosity and wonder, but afraid to venture. He went on coaxing, in his soft, persuasive way; and when we saw that the pipe did not blow up and nothing happened, our confidence returned by little and little, and presently our curiosity got to be stronger than our fear, and we ventured back—but slowly, and ready to fly at any alarm. He was bent on putting us at ease, and he had the right art; one could not remain doubtful and timorous where a person was so earnest and simple and gentle, and talked so alluringly as he did; no, he won us over, and it was not long before we were content and comfortable and chatty, and glad we had found this new friend. When the feeling of constraint was all gone we asked him how he had learned to do that strange thing, and he said he hadn't learned it at all; it came natural to him—like other things—other curious things. “What ones?” “Oh, a number; I don't know how many.” “Will you let us see you do them?” “Do—please!” the others said. “You won't run away again?” “No—indeed we won't. Please do. Won't you?” “Yes, with pleasure; but you mustn't forget your promise, you know.” We said we wouldn't, and he went to a puddle and came back with water in a cup which he had made out of a leaf, and blew upon it and threw it out, and it was a lump of ice the shape of the cup. We were astonished and charmed, but not afraid any more; we were very glad to be there, and asked him to go on and do some more things. And he did. He said he would give us any kind of fruit we liked, whether it was in season or not. We all spoke at once; “Orange!” “Apple!” “Grapes!” “They are in your pockets,” he said, and it was true. And they were of the best, too, and we ate them and wished we had more, though none of us said so. “You will find them where those came from,” he said, “and everything else your appetites call for; and you need not name the thing you wish; as long as I am with you, you have only to wish and find.” And he said true. There was never anything so wonderful and so interesting. Bread, cakes, sweets, nuts—whatever one wanted, it was there. He ate nothing himself, but sat and chatted, and did one curious thing after another to amuse us. He made a tiny toy squirrel out of clay, and it ran up a tree and sat on a limb overhead and barked down at us. Then he made a dog that was not much larger than a mouse, and it treed the squirrel and danced about the tree, excited and barking, and was as alive as any dog could be. It frightened the squirrel from tree to tree and followed it up until both were out of sight in the forest. He made birds out of clay and set them free, and they flew away, singing. At last I made bold to ask him to tell us who he was. “An angel,” he said, quite simply, and set another bird free and clapped his hands and made it fly away. A kind of awe fell upon us when we heard him say that, and we were afraid again; but he said we need not be troubled, there was no occasion for us to be afraid of an angel, and he liked us, anyway. He went on chatting as simply and unaffectedly as ever; and while he talked he made a crowd of little men and women the size of your finger, and they went diligently to work and cleared and leveled off a space a couple of yards square in the grass and began to build a cunning little castle in it, the women mixing the mortar and carrying it up the scaffoldings in pails on their heads, just as our work-women have always done, and the men laying the courses of masonry—five hundred of these toy people swarming briskly about and working diligently and wiping the sweat off their faces as natural as life. In the absorbing interest of watching those five hundred little people make the castle grow step by step and course by course, and take shape and symmetry, that feeling and awe soon passed away and we were quite comfortable and at home again. We asked if we might make some people, and he said yes, and told Seppi to make some cannon for the walls, and told Nikolaus to make some halberdiers, with breastplates and greaves and helmets, and I was to make some cavalry, with horses, and in allotting these tasks he called us by our names, but did not say how he knew them. Then Seppi asked him what his own name was, and he said, tranquilly, “Satan,” and held out a chip and caught a little woman on it who was falling from the scaffolding and put her back where she belonged, and said, “She is an idiot to step backward like that and not notice what she is about.” It caught us suddenly, that name did, and our work dropped out of our hands and broke to pieces—a cannon, a halberdier, and a horse. Satan laughed, and asked what was the matter. I said, “Nothing, only it seemed a strange name for an angel.” He asked why. “Because it's—it's—well, it's his name, you know.” “Yes—he is my uncle.” He said it placidly, but it took our breath for a moment and made our hearts beat. He did not seem to notice that, but mended our halberdiers and things with a touch, handing them to us finished, and said, “Don't you remember?—he was an angel himself, once.” “Yes—it's true,” said Seppi; “I didn't think of that.” “Before the Fall he was blameless.” “Yes,” said Nikolaus, “he was without sin.” “It is a good family—ours,” said Satan; “there is not a better. He is the only member of it that has ever sinned.” I should not be able to make any one understand how exciting it all was. You know that kind of quiver that trembles around through you when you are seeing something so strange and enchanting and wonderful that it is just a fearful joy to be alive and look at it; and you know how you gaze, and your lips turn dry and your breath comes short, but you wouldn't be anywhere but there, not for the world. I was bursting to ask one question—I had it on my tongue's end and could hardly hold it back—but I was ashamed to ask it; it might be a rudeness. Satan set an ox down that he had been making, and smiled up at me and said: “It wouldn't be a rudeness, and I should forgive it if it was. Have I seen him? Millions of times. From the time that I was a little child a thousand years old I was his second favorite among the nursery angels of our blood and lineage—to use a human phrase—yes, from that time until the Fall, eight thousand years, measured as you count time.” “Eight—thousand!” “Yes.” He turned to Seppi, and went on as if answering something that was in Seppi's mind: “Why, naturally I look like a boy, for that is what I am. With us what you call time is a spacious thing; it takes a long stretch of it to grow an angel to full age.” There was a question in my mind, and he turned to me and answered it, “I am sixteen thousand years old—counting as you count.” Then he turned to Nikolaus and said: “No, the Fall did not affect me nor the rest of the relationship. It was only he that I was named for who ate of the fruit of the tree and then beguiled the man and the woman with it. We others are still ignorant of sin; we are not able to commit it; we are without blemish, and shall abide in that estate always. We—” Two of the little workmen were quarreling, and in buzzing little bumblebee voices they were cursing and swearing at each other; now came blows and blood; then they locked themselves together in a life-and-death struggle. Satan reached out his hand and crushed the life out of them with his fingers, threw them away, wiped the red from his fingers on his handkerchief, and went on talking where he had left off: “We cannot do wrong; neither have we any disposition to do it, for we do not know what it is.” It seemed a strange speech, in the circumstances, but we barely noticed that, we were so shocked and grieved at the wanton murder he had committed—for murder it was, that was its true name, and it was without palliation or excuse, for the men had not wronged him in any way. It made us miserable, for we loved him, and had thought him so noble and so beautiful and gracious, and had honestly believed he was an angel; and to have him do this cruel thing—ah, it lowered him so, and we had had such pride in him. He went right on talking, just as if nothing had happened, telling about his travels, and the interesting things he had seen in the big worlds of our solar system and of other solar systems far away in the remotenesses of space, and about the customs of the immortals that inhabit them, somehow fascinating us, enchanting us, charming us in spite of the pitiful scene that was now under our eyes, for the wives of the little dead men had found the crushed and shapeless bodies and were crying over them, and sobbing and lamenting, and a priest was kneeling there with his hands crossed upon his breast, praying; and crowds and crowds of pitying friends were massed about them, reverently uncovered, with their bare heads bowed, and many with the tears running down—a scene which Satan paid no attention to until the small noise of the weeping and praying began to annoy him, then he reached out and took the heavy board seat out of our swing and brought it down and mashed all those people into the earth just as if they had been flies, and went on talking just the same. An angel, and kill a priest! An angel who did not know how to do wrong, and yet destroys in cold blood hundreds of helpless poor men and women who had never done him any harm! It made us sick to see that awful deed, and to think that none of those poor creatures was prepared except the priest, for none of them had ever heard a mass or seen a church. And we were witnesses; we had seen these murders done and it was our duty to tell, and let the law take its course. But he went on talking right along, and worked his enchantments upon us again with that fatal music of his voice. He made us forget everything; we could only listen to him, and love him, and be his slaves, to do with us as he would. He made us drunk with the joy of being with him, and of looking into the heaven of his eyes, and of feeling the ecstasy that thrilled along our veins from the touch of his hand. About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. Mark Twain (2008). The Mysterious Stranger, and Other Stories. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. Retrieved October 2022 https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/3186/pg3186-images.html This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at , located at . www.gutenberg.org https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html

Three of us boys were always together, and had been so from the cradle

Longan Nano with GD32V series MCU costs only $4.9. You then got an Arduino board with 128KB Flash, 32KB RAM, LCD, and even an acrylic case. Story -Longan Nano Sipeed Longan Nano could be the most inexpensive RISC-V development board currently available. With only $4.9, you will get 128KB Flash, 32KB RAM, 160x80 LCD, TF card slot and even an acrylic transparent case. -GD32V Series Microcontroller The main chip on the board is a GigaDevice GD32V Series microcontroller, GD32VF103CBT6. From the information provided by , it is a 32-bit SOC with RV32IMAC instruction set and its core named "Bumblebee". RISC-V website -Arduino Support Sipeed provides the and the board manager URL for Arduino IDE is basic board support for Longan Nano http://bigbits.oss-cn-qingdao.aliyuncs.com/Arduino_for_GD32V/package_longduino_index.json Currently, the URL supports only the Windows platform. For macOS or Linux, the alternative IDE is . PlatformIO The Problem As I mentioned above, the board support package provides only the basic functions. There is no Serial library, no SPI library,... The Solution comes to the rescue, which supports the Longan Nano board from v0.8.1. Arduino RT-Thread library RT-Thread is an open-source RTOS, however, it also provides various drivers and utilities. For Longan Nano, the library currently provides UART, SPI, TF card, and LCD drivers. Its utilities are mostly hardware-independent, e.g. FatFS, tiny shell and etc. So with the single library, you may have a lot of fun. But there is one more thing (library), . It is a GUI library based on RT-Thread, which provides some UI widgets, BMP / JPEG decoder, fonts, and more. (The new problem now will be lack of memory space.) RTT-GUI Enable RT-Thread For Arduino IDE, the RT-Thread library supports the Longan Nano board without any configuration, as the macro, , is defined in the board support package. BOARD_SIPEED_LONGAN_NANO For PlatformIO, the following is an example of the configuration file, " ". platformio.ini [env:sipeed-longan-nano]
platform = gd32v
framework = arduino
board = sipeed-longan-nano
debug_tool = sipeed-rv- lib_deps = RT-Thread, RTT-GUI
build_flags = -D BOARD_SIPEED_LONGAN_NANO
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monitor_speed = debugger /dev/ 115200 Enable RTT-GUI Enablethefollowinglinesin " ". (Some features may be disabled in this file to save memory.) guiconfig.h #define CONFIG_GUI_DEVICE_NAME #define CONFIG_USING_RGB565                 ( ) "ST7735" // RGB565 1 RT-Thread Contact Info: | | | | Website Github Twitter Facebook Youtube

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I’ve been running for a couple of years now. Perhaps, a little less. That’s me, up above, on a bike. Honey Copy I am part Asian, though. Just kidding. Anyway, living and working with Honey Copy has been lovely. Together, we’ve written words for some pretty incredible brands and just recently launched our very first product. It’s a copywriting guide called, “ How to write words that sell like a Florida Snow Cone Vendor on the hottest day of the year. ” I’m not entirely sure why I am saying “together” and “we” and “our”… it’s really just me but I view Honey Copy as a living breathing organism like a beautiful bumblebee. Naturally, running and growing my creative writing business has come with tons of marketing lessons… many that have been learned in the form of mistakes and heavy-handed knocks. Below, I’ve shared these lessons as rules. 7 marketing rules and many, many more coming soon. A very good friend of mine here in Nashville named Taylor does something called “Life Rules”… it’s a practice inspired by his belief that it’s okay to make a mistake, it’s just never okay to make the same mistake twice. So, when he fucks up, he’ll create a “Life Rule” to ensure he doesn’t make the same fuck up again. He and I actually created a life rule a few weeks back. The two of us were at an open bar and since it was “open” we took full advantage. We didn’t make asses of ourselves but we could have very easily. So, we created a “Life Rule”… in the event of an open bar, only enjoy up to three drinks and no shots. The marketing rules you’ll find in this article are kind of like the one above… but about marketing, obviously. Marketing rule #1 — If a customer asks for a refund (always, always, always) give them a refund. Over the past few weeks, . Of the 100 I’ve sold, not a single customer has asked for a refund… I’ve sold 100 of my copywriting guides until this morning. When I read the email from the customer requesting the refund, I wanted to reach across the screen and slap him… because it was apparent he hadn’t even taken the time to read all the way through the guide. But, instead, I swallowed my pride and sent him a refund, immediately — he had his money back five minutes after emailing me. I think as marketers it’s important to give our customers their money back when they aren’t happy with what they bought from us. No, I can’t necessarily say it’s bad nor good for business. But, I think it comes down to being a good human. Which, brings me to my next marketing rule… Marketing rule #2 — Be a good human, first… a good marketer, second. Being a good marketer and a good human don’t always go hand in hand. Unfortunately, there are a handful of black magic marketing tactics that work wonders when it comes to selling but aren’t necessarily going to get you into heaven… I don’t have kids. But, when I am crafting marketing and creative writing for brands I work with… I ask myself… if my son or daughter were to buy whatever it is I’m selling due to the marketing I’ve created… would I be proud? This, generally, keeps me as a marketer on the straight and narrow. With that said you’ll notice I curse in my marketing and writing frequently. That’s intentional. I don’t care if my son or daughter reads the word “shit” or “damn”. I think cursing is very much a part of being human and I think good humans say some not so good words when they stub their toes… but good humans don’t cheat other humans out of their hard-earned money. Which, speaking of being human, we’re already on marketing rule numero tres… Marketing rule #3 — Don’t market as a brand, market as a human. Today, we’re seeing massive success among smaller boutique brands that don’t stay small and boutique for long because they market as a human versus as a brand. , , and are all great examples of this. Maude Harry’s Keeps Gumroad When you read their emails, sales pages, product descriptions and website copy… you feel like you’re sitting in a coffee shop talking with a human. That’s a beautiful style of marketing. lucrative To craft a more human tone to your marketing communication, send me a note at “cole@honeycopy.com” — this is kind of what I am known for. Marketing Rule #4 — Give away something free to your customers, regularly. One of the best investments I’ve ever made has been . Up until this point, I’ve published 53 blogs in total (this will be my 54th). Many of them are over 2,000 words and they can take as many as ten hours to piece together each week. my blog I don’t charge my customers a dime to read them… nor do I charge for my weekly newsletter I send out, . Sticky Notes It’s really damn good by the way, you should join the 2,258 marketers, entrepreneurs and snow cone vendors currently receiving it each week. Anyway, in addition to whatever it is you’re selling, have something very valuable you’re giving to your customers for free. While it’s not always easy to see the return on investment with giving away free shit, there is one. I promise. Marketing rule #5 — Customers always read the headlines so invest 80% of your time there. The hillbilly lawyer taking on Big Pharma. That was the subject line that just landed in my email inbox. I clicked it, if you’re wondering. Email subject lines, article titles, billboard copy and the big bulky words that sit atop sales pages are all examples of headlines. And, in my opinion, they’re the most important investment you can make when it comes to marketing. David Ogilvy, the king of advertising, ranted and raved about headlines saying… “On the average, five times as many people read the headline as read the body copy. When you have written your headline, you have spent eighty cents out of your dollar.” No matter what kind of marketing you’re crafting, always begin and end with the headline, understanding that customers won’t watch your video, look at your picture, read about your product nor open your email if you can’t hook them with one sharp headline. As marketers, that’s the battle we are up against… the battle between mediocre headlines and great headlines. Marketing Rule #6 — Shy brands die. I’ve always been wild with my marketing. The brands I’ve worked with haven’t always let me be with their marketing. But, for Honey Copy, I’m not afraid to raise some hell. Always. As I continue to bolster my name in the marketing space and have the luxury of choosing between clients, I will push this more aggressive, bold and edgy style on the brands I work with. Why? Because it works. Today, so many brands struggle with offending someone. And, as a result, they whisper. They whisper and whisper and whisper and wonder why no one can hear them. I used to tell brands to not be afraid of being a little bold with their marketing. My philosophy has since changed. I now tell brands to be afraid to not be bold. Shy brands die. Period. Marketing Rule #7 — Be reassuringly expensive. I first heard this piece of advice from a copywriter friend of mine named , he’s a wizard when it comes to crafting sales pages. Robert Lucas He told me one day over a cup of coffee to be “reassuringly expensive” and I’ve always remembered it. Being the cheapest is a race to the bottom. You charge $100. Your customer charges $95. You undercut them heavy and start charging $75. They play hardball and start charging $50. This goes and goes and goes until you or your competitor go out of business. Long story short, nobody wins. At , I don’t play the inexpensive game. I’m expensive to work with. I_’m very expensive to work with._ Depending on what customers are looking for, I charge anywhere from $2,500 — $10,000+. Honey Copy Customers and brands value products and services that are more expensive. There have been stories and studies about patients taking more expensive placebos and reporting that their pain drops by up to 50%. Price is directly tied to perceived value and due to the fact that our perception is real, higher prices give our products more value. Now, I am passionate about helping all brands write prettier copy that sells like hell. So, if they can’t afford me I point them in the direction of my and and . FREE blog FREE email newsletter $97 copywriting guide Choosing to be more expensive isn’t saying fuck you to the customers who can’t afford you (especially if you’re offering cheaper and even free resources they can use)… but choosing the be expensive is offering more value to the customer who can afford you. Always, choose to price your products or services higher rather than lower. Be reassuringly expensive. in the meantime, sign up for , my email list reserved strictly for entrepreneurs and creatives looking to write pretty words and sell like hell. More coming soon… Sticky Notes By Cole Schafer. You gotta check this out — is my email list reserved strictly for entrepreneurs and creatives looking to sell like a Florida Snow Cone Vendor on the hottest day of the year. Sticky Notes

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Curated from AI magazine, Marketing AI institute, Singularity Hub, Interesting Engineering, NASA. 1. Bionic Arm Image Source: Google Fine-tuned prosthetics are being built by in collaboration with the and the . Cleveland Clinic University of Brunswick University of Alberta The result is the development of prosthetics which can be controlled directly by the . But the earlier versions weren’t solving a huge problem, which is, amputees had no idea what their bionic arm was up to until recently scientists found a way out, called Kinesthesia. Bionic arm supported with interface can do a lot more than usual bionic appendages. It can track the sensations down till joints and muscles to compute where the arm is, even without direct touch feedback. Kinesthesia is necessary for every fundamental move you make taking from scrubbing your back to eating the popcorn even when your eyes are glued to the movie screen. brain waves Kinesthesia Primarily, this new device restores kinesthesia by for up to . The illusion is too strong this way, giving away ideas to scientists that if multiple tendons are vibrated, the body can finally sense complex arm movements in space even if the body is devoid of physical movements. vibrating the tendons 70 to 115 Hz 2. Robotic Bees Image Source: Pinterest Is NASA sending bees to examine MARS? Yep, but the robots. They are bumblebee size flyers with cicada-sized wings. NASA published the motivation behind sending a flock of Marsbees (it’s literally named after the planet) on March 30. After NASA’s rover detected the presence of , though no one is sure if it was biologically produced, the intention behind this project, i.e. to collect the traces of planet’s thin air seems feasible. Curiosity low-level methane gas As far as the technologies we use on earth, are popular than the flappy-wing robots. The advantage of designing flappy robots to explore MARS is, this will allow the swarm of robotic bees to labour with less-power and regularly return to the home base to recharge themselves. rotary-wing quadcopters Additionally, the low-gravity on MARS will further equip the swarm of Marsbees to function flawlessly despite the planet’s thin air atmosphere. 3. The Moments In Time Image Source: Flickr The Moments In Time is an ongoing project at the MIT-IBM laboratory by Dan Gutfreund — a principal investigator at MIT-IBM Watson AI laboratory and Aude Olivia — a principal research scientist at MIT computer science and AI laboratory. Understanding , it is built on a compilation of 1 million annotated video streams of rapidly transforming events unrolling within three short seconds. The fact backing up this research is a well-known trait of humans. The Moments In Time dataset For humans, understanding an event depicted in various forms is a pretty straightforward capability. Machines are literally a failure in this case. The final outcome of this research initiative is to teach machines to recognize different actions. Teaching the deep-learning algorithms to recognize actions by providing them with a vast coverage of dynamic visual and auditory moments. , cooking, opening, running actions are fed to the deep-learning algorithm with a minimum of 2000 videos to understand those actions without having to be compulsorily taught under supervision. For example 4. DNA Synthesizer Image Source: Glassdoor As per the research group from IDC, by 2025, the world will have produced 163 zettabytes of digital data causing more than 1.2 trillions of iPhones to show “memory full” warning. This is where the current epoch’s the most unreal technology comes into play, — a five-year young startup. Twist Bioscience , the CEO of Twist tells that it now offers its customers to store up to 12 megabytes of data in the DNA for $100,000 sum. Twist’s production room contains Applied Biosystems model 394 DNA synthesizer which is equipped to make 4 strands of DNA per day. Evidently, Twist now makes three million strands every day. Emily Leproust Its technology appears to be an ink-jet printer hacked together, the commencing process leads the tiny drops of Adenine, Guanine, Cytosine and Thymine (A, G, C, T) of DNA squeezed from the storage tanks into 9,600 nano-wells, each with the width of a hair strand. The mega market for synthetic DNA is whooshing undeniably. And the most alluring phrase of words anyone can hear is, what Leproust said, . At the moment, of all that we know, the team has already encoded music videos, songs from the Montreux Jazz Festival. “This one capsule of DNA stores as much data as an entire Facebook data centre” 5. Brain Machine Interface Image Source: YouTube One of the mind-boggling technological advancement that has occupied enough space on-stage is brain-machine interface technology. Primarily, connecting the human brain with a machine which is believed to enhance cognitive functions and thus capabilities. It is still at its early stage but perhaps is evolving at a quick pace than it was normally expected. A very well known boffin, believes that by 2030, we will almost have begun connecting our brains to the internet via nanobots. Kurzweil, therefore, sums up the future of our brains as, Considering the promised potential of brain-machine co-existence and functioning, how will we imply this technology to decipher our consciousness and self-awareness? Ray Kurzweil “provide full-immersion virtual reality from within the nervous system, provide direct brain-to-brain communication over the internet, and otherwise greatly expand human intelligence.” As a workaround for what we call the magic caused by the neurochemicals inside our brain, scientists are using via EEG. Giving away a massive amount of nutrition, virtual reality experience and other whimsical awareness by creating a suitable environment and factors. non-invasive brain simulation 😌 😌 ☺️ Took a good 6 months of hiatus from writing Will be covering and moving forward. technological innovations everything marketing Cheers folks!

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Recently, drew a distinction between and . The distinction matters. With complex problems, we need to lower our expectations about our ability to arrive at fully satisfactory solutions. Jordan Greenhall complex complicated Greenhall wrote, a complicated system is defined by a finite and bounded (unchanging) set of possible dynamic states, while a complex system is defined by an infinite and unbounded (growing, evolving) set of possible dynamic states. . . .In the case of complication, the optimal choice is to become an “expert”. That is, to grasp the whole of the system such that one can make precise predictions about how it will respond to inputs. In the case of complexity, the optimal choice goes in a very different direction: to become responsive. Because complex systems change, and by definition change unexpectedly, the only “best” approach is to seek to maximize your agentic capacity . In complication, one specializes. In complexity, one becomes more generally capable. in general Greenhall offers this illustration: the behavior of a simple bumblebee is complex, because it has response mechanisms that we do not fully understand; but a Boeing 747 is merely complicated, because its behavioral range is limited by a design and structure that we understand and can model. He does note that there are unusual situations in which the Boeing 747 could exhibit complex behavior. Greenhall’s essay concerns the challenge of dealing with social media. The apps deal with the complex problem of social interaction as if it were merely complicated. They train us to play the complicated game of attracting attention and accumulating “likes,” as opposed to displaying the complexity of our true creative expression. Artificial Intelligence, board games, and the ah-pe-tor The distinction between complicated and complex can help us to appreciate the challenges of artificial intelligence. AI can handle complication better than humans. But it is not so well suited to complexity. Hence, an AI may out-perform humans at complicated board games, such as Go; but this does not guarantee that AI will be successful at complex tasks, such as speech recognition. Our grandson is just learning to talk. When he makes the sound “bpah-bpah,” he could be asking for his milk bottle, his pacifier, or for me. We can tell what he means by context. For example, if he is standing at the door of the refrigerator, then he wants his milk bottle. How would an AI interpret a tape of him saying “bpah-bpah”? When we approach an elevator, our grandson can communicate to us that he wants to push the button. But if you played a tape of him saying “ah-pe-tor,” a speech-recognition program would be unlikely to recognize this as “elevator.” Economics When I was a graduate student in economics in the late 1970s, we were trained as if the economy is complicated, but not complex. We were told that if we learned enough mathematics and statistics and applied these tools, then eventually we could predict and control economic outcomes. In fact, economic behavior is complex. There are too many causal factors, feedback loops, non-linear effects, and unprecedented phenomena involved to enable economists to control the economy precisely and reliably. Often, the best mathematical models are not even useful, as was dramatically shown a decade ago by the failure to anticipate the financial crisis and its aftermath. In fact, complexity is a challenge in all of what we unfortunately call “the social sciences.” The very term social gives the impression that human behavior is merely complicated, so that social outcomes can be predicted and managed by experts. With complex systems, as Greenhall points out, we are often better off with adaptive processes than expert decision-making. science Climate Complexity Climate scientists use computer models, because the problems with which they deal are complicated. But there are multiple models, and they do not agree with one another. That tells me that the climate, like the economy, is complex. There are too many causal factors, feedback loops, non-linear processes, and unprecedented phenomena involved to enable precise and reliable prediction and control. In contrast, landing a spacecraft on the moon is merely complicated. It is a very difficult problem, but we can arrive at a determinate solution. But suppose we were trying to land on the moon and all we had were a collection of models that disagreed about whether a given trajectory would reach the moon, fall short, or slip past it. Even if the “average” of the models said that we would hit our target, I do not think that we would risk sending a human in a spacecraft to the moon on that basis. For climate policy, we are offered a variety of models to choose from. In broad terms they agree, but in broad terms in 2007 all of the mainstream economic models agreed that there would be no major recession. Given the complexity of the process, it seems inappropriate to pound one’s fist on the table and insist that the science is settled. Instead, the most we can claim is that the best guides for policy that we have are consensus forecasts for climate change and consensus estimates of the effect of human activity on the climate. Treating the climate as complex means that we probably should not rely on any single forecast or any one policy lever. Above all, we need contingency plans. What if ice sheets start to melt very rapidly? What if we cannot reverse climate change before low-lying areas begin to suffer flooding? We also need to deal with policy uncertainty. What if reducing manufacturing locally leads to more coal-fueled manufacturing somewhere else? What if, when the entire production cycle is considered, biofuels on net result in more atmospheric carbon dioxide, not less, than the fuels for which they substitute? Just to be clear, I do not claim to have better answers. All I am suggesting is that we use a complexity framework to look at the problem. Setting expectations Many complicated problems have been solved by human beings and by our powerful computing tools. But I think this creates the expectation that we can solve complex problems as well. By understanding the difference between complication and complexity, we can take a more realistic view. This is especially the case in biology and neuroscience. If cancer were merely complicated, then by now we would have won the “war on cancer.” If genetics were merely complicated, then the extravagant hopes that were raised during the race to complete the human genome would have been realized. If the brain were merely complicated, then we really could model the process of thought. Instead, we face complexity: in speech recognition; in economics and other social sciences; in climate change; and in biology and neuroscience. In these complex fields, we should be humble about how much we know and cautious about predicting our ability to attain full understanding.

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For the Story Teller: Chapter 4 - Using Suspense to Develop Concentration

For the Story Teller: Story Telling and Stories to Tell, by Carolyn Sherwin Bailey is part of HackerNoon Books Series
. You can jump to any chapter in this book here . The Travels of a Fox The Travels of a Fox A fox was digging behind a stump, and he found a bumble-bee. The fox put the bumble-bee in a bag and he traveled. The first house he came to he went in, and he said to the mistress of the house: “May I leave my bag here while I go to Squintum’s?” “Yes,” said the woman. “Then be careful not to open the bag,” said the fox. But as soon as the fox was out of sight, the woman just took a little peep into the bag and out flew the bumble-bee, and the rooster caught him and ate him up. After a while the fox came back. He took up his bag and he saw that the bumble-bee was gone, and he said to the woman: “Where is my bumble-bee?” And the woman said: “I just untied the bag, and the bumble-bee flew out, and the rooster ate him up.” “Very well,” said the fox, “I must have the rooster, then.” So he caught the rooster and put him in his bag, and traveled. And the next house he came to he went in, and said to the mistress of the house: “May I leave my bag here while I go to Squintum’s?” “Yes,” said the woman. “Then be careful not to open the bag,” said the fox. But as soon as the fox was out of sight, the woman just took a little peep into the bag, and the rooster flew out, and the pig caught him and ate him up. After a while the fox came back, and he took up his bag and he saw that the rooster was not in it, and he said to the woman: “Where is my rooster?” And the woman said: “I just untied the bag, and the rooster flew out, and the pig ate him.” “Very well,” said the fox, “I must have the pig, then.” So he caught the pig and put him in his bag, and traveled. And the next house he came to he went in, and he said to the mistress of the house: “May I leave my bag here while I go to Squintum’s?” “Yes,” said the woman. “Then be careful not to open the bag,” said the fox. But as soon as the fox was out of sight, the woman just took a little peep into the bag, and the pig jumped out, and the ox ate him. After a while the fox came back. He took up his bag and he saw that the pig was gone, and he said to the woman: “Where is my pig?” And the woman said: “I just untied the bag, and the pig jumped out, and the ox ate him.” “Very well,” said the fox, “I must have the ox, then.” So he caught the ox and put him in his bag, and traveled. And the next house he came to he went in, and he said to the mistress of the house: “May I leave my bag here while I go to Squintum’s?” “Yes,” said the woman. “Then be careful not to open the bag,” said the fox. But as soon as the fox was out of sight, the woman just took a little peep into the bag, and the ox got out, and the woman’s little boy chased him away off over the fields. After a while the fox came back. He took up his bag, and he saw that the ox was gone, and he said to the woman: “Where is my ox?” And the woman said: “I just untied the string, and the ox got out, and my little boy chased him away off over the fields.” “Very well,” said the fox, “I must have the little boy, then.” So he caught the little boy and he put him in his bag, and he traveled. And the next house he came to he went in, and he said to the mistress of the house: “May I leave my bag here while I go to Squintum’s?” “Yes,” said the woman. “Then be careful not to open the bag,” said the fox. The woman was making cake, and her children were around her asking for some. “Oh, mother, give me a piece,” said one; and, “Oh, mother, give me a piece,” said the others. And the smell of the cake came to the little boy who was weeping and crying in the bag, and he heard the children asking for cake and he said: “Oh, mammy, give me a piece.” Then the woman opened the bag and took the little boy out, and she put the house-dog in the bag in the little boy’s place. And the little boy stopped crying and had some cake with the others. After a while the fox came back. He took up his bag and he saw that it was tied fast, and he put it over his back and traveled far into the deep woods. Then he sat down and untied the bag, and if the little boy had been there in the bag things would have gone badly with him. But the little boy was safe in the woman’s house, and when the fox untied the bag the house-dog jumped out and ate him all up. An old nursery tale of New England. Reprinted by permission of Clifton Johnson. The point of interest for children in this story lies in their wonder as to what is going to happen next. It begins with a note of the unusual. “How strange for a fox to put a bumble bee in a bag,” the children say. “Will the next sentence tell us why he did it?” Then a number of questions present themselves to the child mind. “Will the woman untie the bag?” “Will the person at this house do the same thing?” “Is it possible that every woman will open the bag?” Another series of questions confronts the child. “What manner of beast will the fox take at this house and put in his bag?” And so the suspense is sustained until the children’s curiosity is satisfied at the end of the story. Not alone has the story been a bit of mental gymnastics for the child, it has given him added mental power in the listening. Above and behind the mental process of waiting to see what unusual and unexpected scene of the story drama will be presented to him next, he has been exercising his will in concentrating upon the process of waiting. His power of sustained attention has been strengthened materially and ineffaceably. For the very young child, the suspensive element in story telling must be very simple. It will consist often in repetition, the pleasureable recurrence in the story of certain sounds that the child likes and is willing to wait for—sort of half way houses on the story road they are, where his mind wheels may stop and rest awhile—sign posts that lead the way to the end of the road. Sometimes this story suspense for the little folks is brought about through a jingle introduced into the story and repeated with certain changes as in the old folk tale of “The Cat and the Mouse.” Again suspense is brought about by means of a change of intonation on the part of the story teller. She adapts her voice to the needs of the story as in “The Three Bears” to the inexpressible delight of the children. This is a primitive sort of suspense quality to be found in the most elemental stories for children but it has its important place in the discipline of the child mind. The little child’s first attempts to attend have a butterfly quality. His mind flies from one stimulus to another with no very long stop anywhere. This is as it should be, for the world of sensations in which the child is plunged as an ego is a varied, crowded world and there is temptation offered him to sip each flower, smell each new odor, touch everything and see everything with which he comes in contact. But a suspensive story holds him to one related set of images for a brief space and through this concentration, however simple it may be, he is developing the power of willed attention. As children grow older, the suspense quality for which we must look in their stories will not consist in repetition of sounds, jingles and phrases, but in their sequence of events leading toward some unknown climax. This is a more difficult and subtle form of suspense to secure. Here, the beads are strung upon their thread, not in groups of white interspersed with occasional red ones, but rather in the order of the rainbow in bands of color that complement and complete each other. Any description of this more highly developed suspensive story would be absolutely inadequate, for the quality has to be felt by the story teller first and then felt for by her. An adapted version of the story of the first meeting of John Ridd and Lorna Doone taken from the novel, “Lorna Doone,” gives an illuminating exemplification of the kind of suspense that holds a child breathless, waiting for the unknown something that is to follow. The story teller should endeavor to discover and introduce some suspense, either elemental, as in the case of the folk tale, or of the more elusive quality, illustrated in this story, into all her stories. About HackerNoon Book Series: We bring you the most important technical, scientific, and insightful public domain books. This book is part of the public domain. Bailey, Carolyn Sherwin. 2018. For the Story Teller: Story Telling and Stories to Tell. Urbana, Illinois: Project Gutenberg. Retrieved April 2022 from https://www.gutenberg.org/files/58107/58107-h/58107-h.htm#Page_60 This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org , located at https://www.gutenberg.org/policy/license.html .

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