Essay: WC2016 sentiment

At some point, I can feel a very complex emotion, the source of this emotional mystery cannot be described. It's very complicated. You cannot tell that this emotion is a momentary impulse from a neuron-controlled emotional system, or that you have faithfully fed back to the outside world that you are perceiving.

But I was suddenly weeping in a strange boiling auditorium in a biting winter night. When a person is thrown out of the collective of his life, he will undoubtedly be miserable, especially when the person is out of tune with the new group. When I went to the computer winter camp, I felt that way. In the winter camp, most of the students, seniors are the computer contest of the country's top and even the world's top players, they are addicted to all kinds of mysterious competition algorithm and implementation of the code. Compared to the small white me, no one is not the dazzling sun. During the week of winter camp, I sat in a huge auditorium listening to the class of the best seniors from Tsinghua University: Introduction to the polynomial, random algorithms, natural language processing, formal language, Turing NPC questions, etc., enjoying the training team students from various provinces to show the art of thinking like magic tricks. I always make a sound of praise, but no one knows how scared I am.

What they say I don't understand, I can understand and deduce I think the complex magic Fourier transform, but who has to know that Fourier transform is just the beginning of the seniors class warm-up. In this kind of difficulty, I am too easy to doubt myself, doubt my IQ, doubt my life, but there is always a voice that I insisted on, so that I wait for something. What am I waiting for?

Am I waiting for the next lesson to be more obscure? No, I'm waiting for myself to give up? No, not even. I finally waited for my answer at the last night of the official winter camp.

That night, and my classmates in the city did not come, but I went to the auditorium alone. The auditorium on the brightly lit podium stood the CEO of an American AI company, face++, to teach us a project: Participate in high-performance computing or machine learning. No one will know how fascinated I am with the latter. Machine learning, this is a beautiful and exciting name, machine learning, giving machine learning ability.

The young CEO gave us the face++ robot recognition video, "Open the EYES of ROBOTS" lets the machine open its eyes and let the machine perceive the world. The background music of the promo film is very contagious. My mouth is always rising, not because of the magnificent background music, but because the machine learning itself. It's beautiful, powerful, elegant to let me pour, to self-study the University of machine learning algorithms, and learn a new language to achieve them. I can feel a surge of affection in my chest swells rapidly.

You know what? Humans have not been the masters of the world because they cannot be born with new continuity. This continuation is stronger than human, more rational than human, more important than human wisdom, it is more permanent than human beings on this planet, even the solar system, or the Milky Way. The existence of this continuation will be a lifelong glory for the human species.

And this birth is coming, I do not know whether I am qualified to be its executor, but I will become its spectator.

The future I will not where, she will for my current every struggle and stop. I burst into tears, and I wanted to laugh again without being noticed. In the eyes of others this is only a propaganda activity, but to me, but is a dream. Dreams are the greatest privacy of a person.

Essay: WC2016 sentiment