#industrial track light

[professorsteampunk]

Enclosed - Kitchen Example of a large arts and crafts u-shaped slate floor and brown floor enclosed kitchen design with flat-panel cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, an island, a farmhouse sink, granite countertops, gray backsplash, stone slab backsplash and stainless steel appliances

[pictureamoebae]

ON TRACK INDUSTRIAL LIGHTS in 2 palettes by amoebae

These are my favourite ceiling lights, they're just so cool. Again we find ourselves asking why on earth it took this long to recolour them.

They come in Image Spectra and Dream Pop, in all 3 lengths.

Thing about this light is it doesn't illuminate from above, so the colours always look dark. It's fine in this shot above because the sun was shining directly on it, but in any other lighting, and at night, so so dark. A handy thing I found was to take the small saucer ceiling light, size it down once with the bracket key, and hide it in the ceiling fastening for this light. You can adjust both lights to suit (so the room doesn't get too bright), and it helps illuminate the industrial light so you can see those lovely colours!

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TOU, requirements, and credits: Share and use as you wish, but please do so freely and always allowing others to do the same with your resulting content. Requires the Industrial Loft kit. With thanks to @fiddlefolk for the Image Spectra palette.

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[toyastales]

Industrial Farmhouse Kitchen

That kitchen island though 🤩

[apatheticshots]

[x-heesy]

𝙳𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕👀𝚔 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚍

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔

𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚒𝚗’𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖

𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜

𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠,

𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗

𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝙷𝚎’𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚞𝚗

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚗

𝚆𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗‘ 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙

𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑

𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎��𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝙱𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎

𝙰𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜...

𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚐

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚜

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 🎧

𝙸 𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚢 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 🔥

@len0r @atomic-apricot @bethanythestrange @bigbonzo

[bellshazes]

been listening a lot to obsession II by siouxsie and the banshees. music to fall asleep peacefully to

[saisa-sound]

Orange County Industrial Basement Example of a large urban walk-out basement with a dark wood floor and a brown floor and white walls.

[tonksnymphdora]

New York Modern Living Room

Ideas for a large, modern, formal, and loft-style living room renovation with light wood floors, beige walls, no fireplace, and no television

[kkygeek]

Farine Five Roses Building and Light Rail Train by Francois Flibotte Via Flickr: A light rail train on a bridge with the Farine Five Roses building in the background.

[nordusk]

In recent years, LED strip lights have become increasingly popular for home and office décor. Whether it’s for behind screens or on ceilings, these versatile lights add a modern touch to any space. At Nordusk LED, you can Buy LED Strip Lights Online in India, making it easier than ever to join this growing trend. Visit Nordusk LED website and Buy LED Spot Lights or Buy LED Track Lights.

[sassafras-manson]

Freestanding Home Office Example of a mid-sized minimalist freestanding desk dark wood floor study room design with gray walls and no fireplace

[misswynters]

Steel and sunshine

sevika x ditz! reader / short drabble

no warnings just you being annoying and sevika putting up with you

requested by @gravegoer <3

Zauns sprawling streets were filled with the hum of industry, the hiss of steam, and the faint green glow of shimmer pouring from narrow alleyways. The air hung heavy with a metallic tang, and the rattle of machinery from the Undercity’s workshops created a chaotic symphony. It was chaotic, grimy, and dangerous. A place that seemed to churn out desperation as naturally as it did smog. In the heart of it all, Sevika sat at her usual corner of The Last Drop, nursing a glass of something strong enough to peel paint.

Her steel arm rested on the table, catching the flicker of neon lights overhead. She was a picture of quiet intensity: sharp eyes scanning the bar, her jaw set in irritation at the chaos around her. She could handle a fight breaking out or someone trying to swindle her. What she couldn’t handle, though, was the sound of your voice cutting through the din like sunshine piercing a storm cloud. “Sevika!”

She groaned quietly, closing her eyes for a moment as she prepared herself for the whirlwind that was you. When she opened them, there you were, skipping toward her with all the oblivious cheer of someone who didn’t belong in a place like this. “What now?” she muttered, her tone already laced with exasperation.

You plopped down into the chair across from her, beaming as if you hadn’t just walked through Zaun’s most dangerous streets without a care in the world. “You’ll never guess what I found today!”

“Let me guess,” Sevika said, her voice flat. “Something useless?”

You gasped, clutching your chest like she’d just shot you. “How dare you? It’s not useless!” You rummaged through your bag, your fingers brushing past who-knows-what before triumphantly pulling out a small, rusted music box. Its paint was chipped, and the mechanism looked like it hadn’t worked in years. “Look! Isn’t it cute?”

Sevika raised an eyebrow, her patience already teetering on the edge. “You’re risking your life out there for this?”

“Of course!” you said, completely unfazed. “I thought you’d like it.”

“I don’t like junk,” she said flatly, though her gaze lingered on the object longer than she’d admit.

You leaned forward, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re lying. I can tell you secretly think it’s cool.”

Sevika groaned, her metal fingers tapping against the table in frustration. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Keep me around forever?” you said with a grin, propping your chin on your hand.

“You’re exhausting,” she muttered, though the corners of her mouth twitched upward in a reluctant smile.

Not long after, Sevika found herself walking alongside you through the crowded streets of Zaun, her broad frame serving as a shield against the jostling crowd. She wasn’t sure how she’d ended up in this situation again, but you had a way of dragging her along. Your sheer persistence overpowering her better judgment.

“Did you eat today?” she asked abruptly, her sharp tone betraying the faintest hint of concern.

“Oh! I had some bread earlier,” you said brightly. “And maybe a candy bar?”

Sevika stopped dead in her tracks, her glare making you shrink slightly. “That’s not food. Come on.”

You blinked, confused. “Where are we going?”

“To get you something real before you pass out,” she grumbled, taking your arm and steering you toward a food stall. The smell of sizzling dumplings filled the air as Sevika ordered for you, her tone curt but efficient. She handed the vendor a few coins before shoving the steaming plate into your hands.

“Sit,” she ordered, pointing to a nearby bench.

You obeyed, settling onto the seat and swinging your legs like a child as you dug in. The first bite was heavenly, and you made a small noise of appreciation that made Sevika smirk despite herself.

“You’re amazing, Sev,” you said between mouthfuls, your words slightly muffled.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she scolded, sitting beside you.

You swallowed quickly, flashing her a wide grin. “Sorry. You’re just so good at taking care of me.”

“Someone has to,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“You’re like a big, grumpy teddy bear,” you teased, nudging her side.

She gave you a flat look. “A teddy bear?”

“Yeah! You act all tough, but deep down, you’re just a big softie.”

“Keep talking like that, and I’ll leave you here,” she warned, though the faintest trace of amusement lingered in her voice.

Later, back at Sevika’s apartment, the quiet hum of Zaun’s nightlife served as background noise. The space was sparse and functional, just like her. But tucked into corners and sitting on shelves were small reminders of your influence. There was a cracked vase you’d insisted on saving, a tiny ceramic dog you swore looked just like her, and now the rusted music box, which you’d proudly placed on the shelf next to the others.

“Look at it,” you said, stepping back to admire your handiwork. “It’s perfect.”

“It’s junk,” Sevika replied, though her tone lacked the usual bite.

“Sentimental junk,” you corrected, turning to grin at her.

She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You’re lucky I put up with you.”

“You’re lucky I’m so charming,” you shot back, sticking out your tongue.

Sevika shook her head, unable to keep the smirk off her face. “Ridiculous.”

You plopped onto her worn-out couch, kicking off your shoes and making yourself comfortable. “So, what do we do now?”

“I work. You stay out of the way,” she said, already moving toward her workbench.

“Boring,” you replied, flipping through a magazine you’d found on the coffee table. The two of you fell into a companionable silence, Sevika tinkering with her mechanical arm while you lazily read. But after a while, your thoughts drifted, and the question that had been nagging at you all day finally slipped out.

“Sevika?” You said softly as your eyes still on the maganize that you were reading.

“What?” she replied as she continued to tinker her metal arm, completely immersed in what she was doing. “Do you think I’m annoying?”

The question caught her off guard, and she turned to look at you. Putting the tool that was on her hand on the desk. “Where the hell is this coming from?”

You shrugged, suddenly finding the magazine very interesting. “I dunno. I just… sometimes I feel like I get on your nerves.”

Sevika sighed, setting down her tools and walking over to sit beside you. “You do,” she said bluntly, making you gape at her. Before you could protest, she added, “But I don’t mind.”

“Really?” you asked, your voice small.

“Really,” she said, her tone softer now. “You keep things… interesting.”

A slow smile spread across your face. “You’re such a softie.”

“Don’t push it,” she warned, though there was no malice in her words.

You leaned your head against her shoulder, letting the cool metal of her arm press against your cheek. “Thanks, Sev.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, reaching up to ruffle your hair. “Just don’t get used to it.”

But you both knew it was already too late.

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The conversation around AI is going to get away from us quickly because people lack the language to distinguish types of AI--and it's not their fault. Companies love to slap "AI" on anything they believe can pass for something "intelligent" a computer program is doing. And this muddies the waters when people want to talk about AI when the exact same word covers a wide umbrella and they themselves don't know how to qualify the distinctions within.

I'm a software engineer and not a data scientist, so I'm not exactly at the level of domain expert. But I work with data scientists, and I have at least rudimentary college-level knowledge of machine learning and linear algebra from my CS degree. So I want to give some quick guidance.

What is AI? And what is not AI?

So what's the difference between just a computer program, and an "AI" program? Computers can do a lot of smart things, and companies love the idea of calling anything that seems smart enough "AI", but industry-wise the question of "how smart" a program is has nothing to do with whether it is AI.

A regular, non-AI computer program is procedural, and rigidly defined. I could "program" traffic light behavior that essentially goes { if(light === green) { go(); } else { stop();} }. I've told it in simple and rigid terms what condition to check, and how to behave based on that check. (A better program would have a lot more to check for, like signs and road conditions and pedestrians in the street, and those things will still need to be spelled out.)

An AI traffic light behavior is generated by machine-learning, which simplistically is a huge cranking machine of linear algebra which you feed training data into and it "learns" from. By "learning" I mean it's developing a complex and opaque model of parameters to fit the training data (but not over-fit). In this case the training data probably includes thousands of videos of car behavior at traffic intersections. Through parameter tweaking and model adjustment, data scientists will turn this crank over and over adjusting it to create something which, in very opaque terms, has developed a model that will guess the right behavioral output for any future scenario.

A well-trained model would be fed a green light and know to go, and a red light and know to stop, and 'green but there's a kid in the road' and know to stop. A very very well-trained model can probably do this better than my program above, because it has the capacity to be more adaptive than my rigidly-defined thing if the rigidly-defined program is missing some considerations. But if the AI model makes a wrong choice, it is significantly harder to trace down why exactly it did that.

Because again, the reason it's making this decision may be very opaque. It's like engineering a very specific plinko machine which gets tweaked to be very good at taking a road input and giving the right output. But like if that plinko machine contained millions of pegs and none of them necessarily correlated to anything to do with the road. There's possibly no "if green, go, else stop" to look for. (Maybe there is, for traffic light specifically as that is intentionally very simplistic. But a model trained to recognize written numbers for example likely contains no parameters at all that you could map to ideas a human has like "look for a rigid line in the number". The parameters may be all, to humans, meaningless.)

So, that's basics. Here are some categories of things which get called AI:

"AI" which is just genuinely not AI

There's plenty of software that follows a normal, procedural program defined rigidly, with no linear algebra model training, that companies would love to brand as "AI" because it sounds cool.

Something like motion detection/tracking might be sold as artificially intelligent. But under the covers that can be done as simply as "if some range of pixels changes color by a certain amount, flag as motion"

2. AI which IS genuinely AI, but is not the kind of AI everyone is talking about right now

"AI", by which I mean machine learning using linear algebra, is very good at being fed a lot of training data, and then coming up with an ability to go and categorize real information.

The AI technology that looks at cells and determines whether they're cancer or not, that is using this technology. OCR (Optical Character Recognition) is the technology that can take an image of hand-written text and transcribe it. Again, it's using linear algebra, so yes it's AI.

Many other such examples exist, and have been around for quite a good number of years. They share the genre of technology, which is machine learning models, but these are not the Large Language Model Generative AI that is all over the media. Criticizing these would be like criticizing airplanes when you're actually mad at military drones. It's the same "makes fly in the air" technology but their impact is very different.

3. The AI we ARE talking about. "Chat-gpt" type of Generative AI which uses LLMs ("Large Language Models")

If there was one word I wish people would know in all this, it's LLM (Large Language Model). This describes the KIND of machine learning model that Chat-GPT/midjourney/stablediffusion are fueled by. They're so extremely powerfully trained on human language that they can take an input of conversational language and create a predictive output that is human coherent. (I am less certain what additional technology fuels art-creation, specifically, but considering the AI art generation has risen hand-in-hand with the advent of powerful LLM, I'm at least confident in saying it is still corely LLM).

This technology isn't exactly brand new (predictive text has been using it, but more like the mostly innocent and much less successful older sibling of some celebrity, who no one really thinks about.) But the scale and power of LLM-based AI technology is what is new with Chat-GPT.

This is the generative AI, and even better, the large language model generative AI.

(Data scientists, feel free to add on or correct anything.)

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𝖃2:

𝕸𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖆, 𝕸𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖆

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘,

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘

𝖃2:

𝕴’𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓

𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗,

𝕾𝖜𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗,

𝕴𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜,

𝕴’𝖉 𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊

𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖓𝖚𝖒𝖇, 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝖄𝖔𝖚’𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞

𝖃4:

𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕴’𝖉 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖚𝖕,

𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚

𝖃2:

𝕸𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖆, 𝕸𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖆

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘,

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘

𝕴’𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖚𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚’𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊

𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖜 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖊

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖈𝖚𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖙, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖘𝖐 𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖋 𝖎𝖒 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖐𝖆𝖞

𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗,

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖙 𝖚𝖕,

𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖕 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗

𝕴𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊,

𝖄𝖔𝖚’𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖎𝖓’𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞

𝖃4:

𝕹𝖔𝖙 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖚𝖕,

𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚

𝖃2:

𝕸𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖆, 𝕸𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖆

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘,

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘

𝖃2:

𝕴’𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓

𝖃16:

𝕮𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 🔥

𝕸𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖆 𝖇𝖞 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕷𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕭𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖘

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