Mali-C55: A Poem

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 from base and operating pace of point.

The PMI read that detailed demosaic

headline; rebounding the scheduled upside with intensity. Input's size and scene will filter contraction's consensus scale. As data did.

The rest lay levelled with the architects of the markets of reduction.

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.

And even closer to this roadmap's edge, mapped in three hundred immersive tones like the sixtieth quality of a billion chips, like the high dynamic range degree of stereoscopic supercomputers— Threepio robot or WOBOT spheres.

The depth of chroma noise enters the hemispheric; used for sense and semantic system while contributing to the evolution of 3A libraries.

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 is the twentieth linear bit accelerating compromised interfaces into the SoCs. The highest throughput technique learns plane output signals on-device, with the rest of IoT ISPs generating data drivers.

Therefore, seeing from our carbon sight interactions is believing.