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Post product production

The young girls pants buttoned loosely around her ankles puffed and retreated around her legs, her shirt billowed behind her as she ran bare foot in the dewed perfectly fed lush green grass. She found a spot and plopped herself down under the shade of a fast growing oak tree and closed her eyes. When she opened them again she saw from where she had come and where she was now and on top of that by vision was of another time. 

She could see the crumbling concrete beneath her, the ghost like peoples running over her and around, their heads hooded with fires burning behind them, smoke in the air, but she was the ghost from another time invading their space and memories as she heard yelling and screaming fall into mid air.

It was right before the time the dead rose from the still graph and could speak again, it was all an illusion until it wasn't. Everything seemed an illusion in that spot in time from what she had gathered from linking the machine, until they had found a way to think things in and they didn't know they were doing it until the plasma appeared, then everything changed. Everywhere became peaceful the moment the plasma 'occurred' would be the word choice of the day then, now they would say 'appeared'. It was an innocuous in-fection that brought clarity, where no secrets were clouded, something difficult for her to understand as she came from a place where they used their voice for singing not communicating. 

The young girl blinked her eyes, looked around and felt the ground, her home a stone beehive bungalow with gardens over flowing, wild and kept at the same time, managed wilderness behind that. She was grateful for her moment in time knowing the past would never be forgotten for it was the peace that they live in.     

Learning and Controlled Sensing

 

Why do people move the way they do? People move they way they do because the information they have is processed in the system manager/brain and the brain makes the choice on what move to make next.

Algorithmic choices of confirmation bias, which comes first?

I received as a gift a book,

'Partially Observed Markov Decision Process Filtering 

Learning and Controlled Sensing'

Vikram Krishnamurthy

PoMdp for short and often painfully different than the Markov decision process where it's assumed the 'agent' has full knowledge (like an intelligent person) of the state of being...s E S 

PoMdp on the other hand is how Ai agents actually work to gather information as it stores all said information from how your eyes move and dilate, through your constant friend, your communication device as it also listens to everything you say and it stores up all that information to feed you your own personal algorithmic feed, so you see what you want to see. The loop algorithm isn't doing its job if you don't keep coming back, so it shows you what you want to see from what your own, Ai agent has determined you want to see. PoMdp is how they find what you want to know with out knowing the whole lay of the land, partially observed.

It was 2020, October 10th and Lee Keltner, described by the google Ai as a right wing demonstrator that was part of during protests and was shot by Matthew Dolloff, after Keltner had shot pepper spray at him after the two had some choice words.' Charges of murder were deemed but prosecutors determined they couldn't over come the legal justification of self-defense.' 

The other day a woman was shot and killed by an immigration customs enforcement officer. She was shot in the face through the windshield of her car then shot two more times as her foot pressed on the gas petal. These days unserious people want to argue that you could see that if you slowed down a video (of which there were many of varying angles) the wheels are turning away from the agent and she didn't deserve to be shot. There are many feelings and reasons to move one way or another and still yet one more, events in the past that others don't know or care to recall are motivating factors, an Ai motivation factor would to not show an angle where someone might think their life is in danger from being hit by a many pound vehicle angle, and no matter it wouldn't matter because it's about the revolution and if that's what you want that what you get as the algorithm feeds everyone what it thinks you want to see, you know it but can you fight it? 

Meanwhile in the city of Minneapolis fraud, waste and abuse run amok and a good smoke screen never hurts dying rotten political voted/appointed 'citizens'. It's every State in all sorts of ways.

Meanwhile a revolution digs in deeper with every talking point of the day in the real world.   

Partially observable Markov prediction process is how the human mind works almost all the time, not knowing the full lay of the land add to that an algorithm that feeds you only that which thinks it wants you to know so you seem smart and knowledgable when you aren't. Happens all the time. 

Everything happening all at once…I’ll have more to say on this later. 6:50, a random Tuesday on a cold to your bone day, where you can see through the sticks of the season.

Swing Tools

Shhhhhh I’m listening to the past and the present to hear the future.

It’s about acceleration.

Contree

 

It’s mid January, yesterday someone somewhere took down communication links in the US, and air space was cleared over Iran, there are riots in Minneapolis and other cities. 

It’s an extraordinary time, that started as ordinary.

Greenland is in the news as countries do country things.

Pennies are no longer a thing, what is a coin if it’s empty and what if a coin was worth more than they said in pieces and parts.

Focus

 

A title is a thing if the substance is equal.

Be still and listen

One day I’ll tell you a story

No minutes

One Minute

 

No blanket in the sky tonight 

Stars shine bright

 till early morning light

When we pull the blanket up and tight

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

I had one minute. 

Client-King

 

What day was it that the civil war broke out, neighbor against neighbor, empathy and apathy playing rhythms in minds?

My feet tread where democracy cried loud tears of injustice the halls of old gods, kings and beehives of the dead acoustically aware of man’s ability to rule over one and another.

Some doors open, they are like portals.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

Layers unfold to witness yet more layers.

CBS13294

 

She who lived outside the boarders

It's the beginning ish of January and just about everywhere is popping up. 

From Venezuela to Minnesota again, from Somali pirates to "where are they bringing the people they 'catch?" To the local normi that can't believe they were attacked on the street Christmas night by someone looking for their next fix as the masses turn a blind eye to their own front yards, words of the lost in stoopers, to a car jacking in a place unexpected with thoughts of 'being away from it all.'

The amount of feelings fed in my electronic feed are for people that are imbeciles or utterly disingenuous is remarkable, so I remark, "What did you think was going to happen?"-this entails a great deal of situations but often put the days, "FAFO", "Fuck Around and Find Out."-everything shouldn't have to be spelled out but some things should.  

The blatant corruption from local, state and federal‘officials’ stuffing their pockets with baubles sucking the teet of the citizen tax payer that has no say as the ‘officials’ are all hand picked and payed for. 

I don’t know what’s happening in Iran. 

I do know everyone is vexed.

Be still and listen

On day I will tell you a story

The Mother of Necessity

 

Walking the old paths of democracy and the problems created, seeing live, even worse when it’s a known illusion. They thought perhaps if they added representation for city states but give a politician a way to take from thee and thy will.

flying under the moons light 

I saw through my eyes 

a country take over another

an empirical move

Just curious when the citizens will get their way.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

The woman, salt and pepper scattered within her hair, her and her thoughts looked down upon those below seeing the despair. A need arises, the mother of necessity. 

Doors

 

Holy doors close

 holy doors open

Constructs

 

Traveling through space and time and each place has there own thing but the same is still in existence as they act that it’s different…new years eve we celebrate on the hour and every space of all time it is constructed in a moment. 

Thought experiment in a rules based order place. 

We are supposed to be a law and order base but no real heads are taken for accounting here on earth. 

It was almost always a hot day, once in a while we had a cool rush. The land was rocks mixed with sand and the sea had the eyes of pure blue. How we paid for things was with a different kind of coin, with different faces and other meanings, one one thousandth instead of a tenth and if you got a rial, it was something that might make ones mouth water, but in school we learned the pound and a pence and yet where our grandmothers came, other faces, amounts with names. The sound of the adhan flies through the air to celebrate your faith, as we run down paths, dust at our feet, and we stop in our tracts when we see a begger man, only one hand had he, his skin dark and cragly, his head covered in a pale knitted round cap, he was good for your basia in this mystical land. A benevolent dictator ruled our world; by the grace of God.

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story