Non-Standard Therapy

To be honest, when I wrote the first chapter "The Paranoia and Ambition of 13.5 Yuan", I even laughed myself. That was the embarrassment I had experienced - with the start-up capital I scraped together, I was pointed in the nose and scolded by Party A, and my colleagues patted my shoulders at the wine table and said, "Don't do these non-standard things, you can't make money." I mixed these scraps of thoughts into Wang Dachui's story, thinking that someone would understand, but until now, there are still only my own footprints in the comment area. As an author, I revised the section "The Disaster of Expression Recognition and the Carnival of Owners" in Chapter 2 three times. AI recognized the owner's frown as "satisfaction" and silence as "approval". In the end, he was scolded to death in the group - always thinking that technology can solve everything, but forgetting that the most important people to solve are those "non-standard" people: it did not see the loneliness of the old man talking to the parrot, the eyes of autistic children eager for a hug, and the panic of the vegetable seller in the market. As I was writing, I laughed at the screen until I cried, and then turned around and became red-eyed. It turns out that we are all in a "technical rough room", piecing together tenderness with scrap parts. As a reader, I almost smashed the keyboard into pieces when I followed the third chapter of "Emotional Support, Adding Worse to Worse and the Second Social Death". AI chatted with my grandma until she collapsed. The team was blocked by family members at the door and scolded. The way Wang Dachui squatted in the corridor and smoked was very similar to myself every time when I couldn't write anything - I obviously wanted to do something warm, but I was always pressed to the ground by reality, and I didn't even have the strength to defend myself. When I read the cool articles on the homepage that easily cost hundreds of thousands of monthly votes, I feel confused: Why is it that no one is willing to stop for one more second with such a "true" story? There is no cool black technology, and there is no thrill of counterattack in the face. There is only a group of people using clumsy technology to protect the simplest tenderness. It wasn't until I wrote about the space center that I suddenly broke my guard. When the words "Designing an 'Earth Sense Companion System' for Long-Term Isolated Astronauts" came out of my writing, I was both an author and a reader - I knew that the industry giants would be dumbfounded. They finally discovered that what they lost to was never high technology, but a failure to see those "non-standard" needs; I also knew that there would be people who would have a sour nose at this text late one night, just like I did when I was squatting on "The Years I Sold Buddha Amulets in Thailand". Now I am both the person who writes this story and the reader who follows this story. I will continue to write, and I will continue to wait - waiting for more people to see this team that has repeatedly jumped into the AI ​​pit, and waiting for more people to understand this "unprofessional" persistence. After all, in an era when everyone wants to do the "standard", it is a cool thing in itself that someone is willing to squat down and do "non-standard therapy". No matter how deviant the road to non-standard therapy is, there are always people traveling the same way. I waited and wrote.

Perfect ending👍Spreading flowers🎉(＾ω＾)ﾉ🎉