Monthly Archives: May 2012

Why Can’t we Talk to our Robotic Arms Like Robert Downey Jr?

 

In Iron Man, Tony Stark (Downey Jr) tells a robotic assistant…
“you are of no benefit”
…and the robot moves out of the way…

We are actually light-years away from being able to get a machine to perform the action given this input.

None of the input phrase keywords – looked at individually – will effect the “stand down” response. Only when we parse our input into multiword groups – “you are” and “no benefit” – do we have a semantic language route to enable relevant robotic action.

We have half-a century of failed natural language AI repositories such as CYC, OpenCYC, Wordnet and MindPixel. Gatfol pursues a radical new approach strongly focusing on massive multiword-to-multiword input text conversion with semantic and grammatic integrity.

Gatfol develops the ubiquitous underlying technology supporting all future human-to-machine conversation, whether it be telling the airconditioner to switch to “low”, updating the GPS in the Ferrari to a new destination or even instructing our robotic arm to get the #$&%*? out of the way.

Gatfol and The Answer to Everything

 


In The HitchHiker’s Guide to The Galaxy, the answer to the ultimate
question is calculated by a gigantic super computer to be equal to 42.

The problem was that this ultimate question was unknown…

To calculate the question a special organic computer named “Earth” was created..

The quickest way to travel between continents would be by using
a tunnel through the earth from which all air has been removed.

Travel would be purely by accelerating and “falling” for the first half and
in equal measure decelerating for the second half for a dead stop exit.

It is a scientific fact that this travel will ALWAYS take 42 minutes….
…no matter if the tunnel is through the center of the earth or not.

Gravity powers this travel.

Gravity is not currently fully explained or understood…

Does the earth computer give itself away?


Gatfol provides questions…

Use Gatfol to Fight Cockroaches…

A cockroach will always run from everything that approaches…except a vacuum cleaner nozzle… 

Cockroaches’ main sensory protection are tiny hairs on their cerci sensing low frequency air changes.

Approaching fly swats, shoes, newspapers, hands and magazines create preceding air pressure build up.

Cockroaches sense it and run in 50 milliseconds…quicker than the blink of an eye…

Vacuum cleaner suction creates positive air pressure flow from the opposite direction…

…and cockroaches run right into the nozzle…

  Without Gatfol you would not have known this…

 Make Gatfol semantic analysis technology a household friend…

Could These Poems Be Written by Your Child’s Teacher?


Know the master

 A STUDY OF BOYHOOD

So young, and yet so worn with pain!
No sign of youth upon that stooping head,
Save weak half-curls, like beechen boughs that spread
With up-turned edge to catch the hurrying rain;

Such little lint-white locks, as wound
About a mother’s finger long ago,
When he was blither, not more dear, for woe
Was then far off, and other sons stood round.

Not gay, but gracious; plain of speech,
And freely kindling under beauty’s ray,
He dares to speak of what he loves; to-day
He talked of art, and led me on to teach,

All honest, and all delicate:
No room for flattery, no smiles that ask
For tender pleasantries, no looks that mask
The genial impulses of love and hate.

Oh bards that call to bank and glen,
Ye bid me go to nature to be healed!
And lo! a purer fount is here revealed:
My lady-nature dwells in heart of men.

SCHEVENINGEN AVENUE

Oh, that the road were longer,
A mile, or two, or three!
So might the thought grow stronger
That flows from touch of thee.

Oh little slumbering maid,
If thou wert five years older,
Thine head would not be laid

So simply on my shoulder!

Oh, would that I were younger,
Oh, were I more like thee,
I should not faintly hunger
For love that cannot be.

A girl might be caressed,
Beside me freely sitting;
A child on me might rest,
And not like thee, unwitting.

Such honour is thy mother’s
Who smileth on thy sleep,
Or for the nurse who smothers
Thy cheek in kisses deep.

FROM HALS DON TO CHELTENHAM TO TWO LITTLE LADIES.

Across three shires I stretch and lean,
To gaze beyond the hills that screen
The trustful eyes and gracious mien
Of unforgotten Geraldine.

Oh babbler gay as river stickle,
Next year you’ll be too old to tickle;
But while my Torridge flows I’ll say
“Blithe Edith liked me half day.”

A GARDEN GIRL

For when it was Lammastide two before this,
When freshening my face after freshening my lilies,
A door opened quickly, and down fell a kiss,
The lips unforeseen were my passionate Willie’s.

The lad’s mind is rooted, his passion red-fruited,
The head I caressed is another’s delight;
And I, though I stray through the year sorrow-suited,
At Lammas, for Willie’s sake, robe me in white.

TO TWO YOUNG LADIES

There are, I’ve read, two troops of years,
One troop is called the teens;
They bring sweet gifts to little dears,
Ediths and Geraldines.

The others have no certain name,
Though children of the sun,
They come to wrinkled men, and claim
Their treasures one by one.

There is a hermit faint and dry,
In things called rhymes he dabbles,
And seventeen months have heard him sigh
For Cissy and for Babbles.

Once, when he seemed to be bedridden,
These girls said, “Make us lines,”
He tried to court, as he was bidden,
His vanished Valentines.

Is Geraldine in flowing robes?
Has Edith rippling curls?
And do their ears prolong the lobes
Weighed down with gold and pearls?

And do they know the verbs of France?
And do they play duetts?
And do they blush when led to dance?
And are they called coquettes?

Oh, Cissy, if the heartless year
Sets our brief loves asunder!
Oh, Babbles, whom I daren’t call dear!
What can I do but wonder?

I wonder what you’re both become,
Whether you’re children still;
I pause with fingers twain and thumb
Closed on my faltering quill;


These excerpts describe infatuation of older men for pre-adolescent
children and were written around 1860 by William Johnson Cory, one
of the most renowned educators at Eton, when he was around 37 years of age,
ten years before he resigned on allegations of “pederasty” involving a young boy.

Had Gatfol semantic analysis technology
existed, innocence might have been protected

Use Gatfol to find the true meaning of words…