Day #4902 (Thu., June 8, 2023) – Gatorade
Today is the last full school day of the year for Bobby. Tomorrow he will have 1/2 day.
I picked up Katie at Phillips this afternoon. She didn’t have her viola today as orchestra class is over for this year. On the way home I told her about my new “novel” idea regarding AI. The idea is that we can’t bring back dinosaurs because the bones have been fossilized and their is no more DNA, but this is not the case with human bones. So, perhaps this AI will figure out how to bring a person back to life via the DNA in their bones. This lead to the fact that even though you might be able to bring back the person’s body to life, it will not have the memories or personality of the original. A sticking point to be sure, but I thought about this some more and came up with a “possible” solution… What if there is this super computer somewhere that stores an entire person’s life, like perhaps video camera footage that has followed this person around every second of every day. AI could potentially use this footage to reconstruct this person’s personality. AI can, for a fact, generate a person’s voice from only a few sentences, so why couldn’t they recreate their personality via this video footage? Where is this super computer? Perhaps stored on some far flung area of the universe that AI will figure out how to get to via a wormhole. Pretty sensationalized, right? Well, wouldn’t it be interesting if in 10, 20, or 30 years tile the kids read this post and realize that this was indeed fact? Freaky… 🙂
I picked up Bobby at Spence’s Farm this evening. He was playing soccer with Luca and Mary Beth. It went a bit longer, perhaps they were giving him some “extra time” as this will be his last Spence’s Farm day for the school year. On the way home Bobby was expressing how he couldn’t wait to taste the Gatorade (see photo to the right) that I picked up at Harris-Teeter this morning for him. On the drive home we talked about where the name Gatorade came from.
This evening my wife, Katie, and I, went through her middle school yearbook pointing out her classmates and their various “antics”.