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[1] Desaturated Adventures of an Electric Girl

March 25, '19

Worlds are composed of many colors. Colors from a traffic light, colors reflected from the sky… colors from their lips, colors in their voices and moods. Each and every one of those colors resonates and communicates with people around it. Every color talks.

There are those colors who are subtle, whose tiny and cute words never express rampant opinions and strong moods. Those are the colors we call… Desaturated Colors. On the other side are the colors who always speak their minds and who commit passion crimes, we call them: Saturated Colors.

In this world of ours, everything is desaturated. That stop sign is not bright red, it’s a subtle pink. That deep blue sky? It is not deep at all, it’s actually as shallow as a pool.

And in the middle of this world, right at the core of it, in a city called Jakarta, lived a girl, to whom we shall now refer as Kaka.

Kaka was not an average person. Maybe deriving from the weirdness of her parents, maybe from the weirdness of the scientist next door, maybe from just the raw strangeness of this desaturated world, the actual factual fact was that she was amazing. Not only that, she was revolutionary.

From an early age… Lets call it 5, so: from the age of 5, she started hanging out a lot at the apartment of Mrs. Kira, the one right below the roof (actually the roof was also Kira’s, but I am getting ahead of myself). Kira was from Earth (yeah, the little blue planetoid) and had a bunch of degrees that nowdays we just vaguely know were worth something: a couple of MIT graduations (Physics and Computer Science), a PhD at Stanford, in Psychology, and a bunch of other stuff that I frankly don’t think anyone will even recognize anymore.

So, Kaka started hanging out at Kira’s (that’s a lot of Ks, right?!) and of course, soon she started to design things… things that moved on their own. Yeap, the little girl was very found of mechatronics and robots, also of engines, reactors, spaceships, airfoils and everything else you can expect an engineer to blabbler endlessy about.

My point here is that Kaka wasn’t just designing stuff adults expect kids to be designing like little RC airplanes and dumb robots that follow black lines (remember, desaturated colors so it’s actually gray lines) on the floor. She was making things we don’t expect anyone to be doing alone: self-maneuvering aircraft with neural networks and GAN based learning, performing natural language processing and human-like signal interpretation. Of course, this is no easy feat for anyone and even our amazing Kaka wasn’t able to finish such a project in weekend’s time.

She spent many years at that, eleven to be exact (not actually exact, just year-exact you see) and by the time it was ready, she was a 16 Jahen alten (alt? I actually don’t know my German that well). Of course many other things happened in this small interval (in the Grand Scheme Of Things), but that’s why I have made a book with the sole goal of taking about Kaka’s life.

We will now talk about Kaka’s parents.

Part 2