"These robots..."
While Victor cried out and swore, Walker Houseman's eyes lit up.
He was still a teenager, after all, and had absolutely no resistance to something this cool and impressive. Even setting aside the technology involved, the scene just now was enough to get his blood pumping.
Besides, amateurs watched the spectacle, while experts saw the workings behind it. Both the car beside him and the robots in front of him clearly involved advanced technology-so advanced they could even be called black technology.
First, there was one obvious question: how had the control systems in these cars and robots been made so intelligent and responsive?
The sports car had raced all the way here at extremely high speed with no one controlling it, effortlessly avoiding pedestrians and obstacles along the way. At the very least, that required an exceptionally advanced self-driving system.
The more one studied electronics and machinery, the more one understood that the hardest part of technological development was never giving something a particular function, but giving it human characteristics.
Human thought, judgment, recognition-an action humans could perform easily was often an insurmountable barrier that electronic machinery could not replicate even after decades.
Take image recognition. Humans could look at an image and tell whether it showed an animal, a plant, letters, or words. But for a machine that knew only zeros and ones, how exactly could you tell it whether something was a banana or an apple?
When a flat image and the same real object appearing before a camera were both converted into digital data, how was a machine supposed to distinguish between them?
Even now, humans still used the recognition of simple CAPTCHAs as the most effective means of distinguishing machines from people, let alone more complex image processing.
Self-driving technology was anything but