Thursday, 7 May 2026

AI - Status Update 2028

I want to come home when I feel sad and be in dim light, with music on have a Red wine presented by an humanoid robot.

You want to actually have an AI version of you that understands everything of you. 

 Obviously, Sheldon is overshooting to the fine end what Joe dreams of and wants that black ring, one line EEG implemented into that heart beat monitor trigger what a "Home Sweet Home? I am sad" could do in what is called a 

Smart Home. Here... 
 
So, 
A mobile phone connected to your Cyberdeck AI Knowledge System at home that triggers a set of AI Ghosts based on the keywords, "Home Sweet Home" and "I am sad".
The combination of both initiates a saved protocol, that is not AI at all, but dims using OpenHAB all Philips Hue (via bridge), WLED (DIY strips) to defined ambient level, turns on the Yamaha Receiver to a predefined sad volume evel (not party or date) and turns the on predefined Spotify playlist for sad and date in terms of season, the moment the Tuya movement sensor finds the apartment door opening. 
The wine... we need a custom robot arm or wait until they drop both a robot you can afford and being able train that one on selecting a fine Red, open that bottle and poor a glass.
Until then we might have to have instead a voice tell about the vine fridge content and make suggestions based on the same AI Ghost System, but a kitchen installed movement sensor. That would be an LLM so concluding about defined taste based on the sad protocols subroutine of early May Rain Night Friday Alone.
 
#cyberpunkcoltoure
 
PS: Things money can't buy, but need to be build. Open Source Systems.
 
That is 13bugs in Europe:

 Americans. Leaving to a robot, opening the cupboard door, checking labels, pulling a bottle out, confirming by the label, cutting the neck cover and screwing that driver into the cork to pull that very cork out and hear the gluckery sound of poring a glass ... having a zip confirming the choice and letting it rest for a few minutes to half an hour so the taste develops.
Why? In moments of sadness ...