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Chapter 7. Learning to See第七章 老吴

A manga for grown-ups. Read it in English or Chinese.给大人看的漫画。可以用中文或英文读。

Dusk in the stairwell in early spring, the bulb on the landing ceiling DEAD with no glow, only the last cold blue light from the high window and a warm lamp glow from inside Grandpa's flat behind him. Grandpa Chen in his grey cardigan stands just inside his front door on the LEFT, behind his open dark green metal security gate, holding his phone in its dark green flip cover up in front of his chest in both hands the way you take a photo, its screen towards HIM and its glow lighting his face from below; he looks over the top of the phone with hope and fear at once. On the dim landing on the RIGHT, Uncle Wu in his mustard padded jacket waits, round and still, a red string net bag of oranges hanging from one hand, his kind face half in shadow, looking at Grandpa. Two faces in the middle band. The dark upper stairwell and the high window above them are the quiet area for the title.
Chapter 7第七章Learning to See老吴
Seven o'clock on a cool March morning in Bridge City, grey-gold early light from the high window. Uncle Wu in his mustard padded jacket, his palm-leaf fan in his hand, stands at Grandpa's dark green metal security gate on the LEFT and raps on the bars with the fan, cheerful, calling out with his mouth wide; behind the bars Grandpa's front door is shut. The door on the RIGHT, Haoran's family's, is shut. Uncle Wu's face in three-quarter in the middle band. The high window and the pale wall above are the quiet area.
Bridge City, March 2029. Every morning at seven, Uncle Wu came to walk Grandpa to the lake.桥城,二〇二九年三月。每天早上七点,吴爷爷都来叫外公去湖边。
‹Old Chen! Up you get, the lake won't wait!›老陈!起来没有?湖可不等人啊!
Early morning, grey-gold light on the landing. Grandpa has opened his front door a hand's width and looks out through the dark green gate bars, to the RIGHT at Uncle Wu off panel; he is in his grey cardigan, his glasses on their cord at his chest, polite and wary, his eyebrows drawn together as at a stranger. His face in the middle of the panel. The door and his cardigan below are the quiet area.
‹Who are you looking for?›您找谁?
Early morning, grey-gold light. Uncle Wu laughs, sure it is one of Grandpa's jokes, waggling his palm-leaf fan at the gate, looking LEFT at Grandpa off panel. His face in the middle of the panel. His mustard jacket below is the quiet area.
‹Ha! You, you old fool. Open up!›哈!找你个老糊涂!开门!
Early morning, grey light through the balcony doors behind us, the lamp off. Inside the flat, Grandpa backs away from his open front door towards us, stumbling past the round folding table, both big hands up in front of him, shouting in fear; at the door on the LEFT, beyond the dark green gate bars, Uncle Wu stands stunned, one hand on the bars, his fan hanging. Grandpa's face nearer, in the middle right; Uncle Wu small at the left. The dim ceiling and cream wall above are the quiet area.
‹Help! There's a man at my door!›救命啊!门口有个人!
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Friday midnight in Edinburgh, the tall sash window black, only the low lamp over the round table on. Mama in her oatmeal jumper stands by the window with her own phone to her ear, her other hand gripping the back of a chair, her face tight. In the hall doorway on the RIGHT, Xiaoyu in her sky-blue hoodie, just woken, her hair loose and messy, holds the door frame and listens. Two faces in the middle band. The black window and high ceiling above are the quiet area.
Auntie Zhang rang at midnight. At the lake it was eight in the morning.张阿姨半夜打来电话。湖边那时是早上八点。
‹He didn't know Old Wu. He hid in the bathroom till I came.›他不认得老吴了,躲在厕所里,我来了才肯出来。
Edinburgh midnight, lamplight on one side of her face, the black window behind. Mama holds her phone to her RIGHT ear with her eyes shut, her other hand pressed to her mouth for a moment, gathering herself. Her face in the middle of the panel. Her jumper below is the quiet area.
‹I'm coming home. First flight I can get.›我回来。买最早那班飞机。
Edinburgh midnight, the hall dark behind her, lamplight on her face. Xiaoyu, wide awake now, holds the door frame and looks LEFT at Mama off panel, urgent, her black watch on her LEFT wrist. Her face in the middle of the panel. Her hoodie below is the quiet area.
Take me with you.带我一起去。
Edinburgh midnight, the lamp low behind them. Mama, her phone now on the table, stands in the doorway and holds Xiaoyu's face in both hands, tired and tender, looking down into her eyes; Xiaoyu, a head shorter (she reaches Mama's eyes), looks up at her, stubborn and close to tears. Two faces in the middle band. The dark door frame and wall above them are the quiet area.
You've got school, love. And Papa needs you. I'll only be gone two weeks.宝贝,你还得上学。爸爸也离不开你。我就去两个礼拜。
I wanted to be there. So he'd never be scared of the people who loved him.我想在他身边。不想让他再怕那些爱他的人。
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One o'clock in the morning in Edinburgh, the tall window black, the reading lamp on the shelf making one warm pool. Xiaoyu sits up in the single bed under the red-and-green tartan blanket, her knees up, holding her pale-blue phone in both hands, its screen facing her, writing on it with her RIGHT forefinger; her black watch on her LEFT wrist. Her face in the middle of the panel, lit by the screen. The dark wall above is the quiet area.
Since his picture of the lake, Haoran and I wrote to each other most nights.自从那张湖的图以后,我和浩然差不多每晚都要写几句。
Night, the phone bright in the dark. The screen fills the panel: a plain chat, a handwriting box at the bottom, and one pale-blue bubble on the right that she has just sent. NO letters painted.
Grandpa didn't know Grandpa Wu. He shouted for help.外公不认得吴爷爷了。他喊救命。
Night. The same chat, with a pale-grey bubble now on the left under hers, just arrived. NO letters painted.
I know. I heard him through the wall.我知道。隔着墙都听见了。
Nine o'clock on a Saturday morning in Bridge City, flat grey-gold light through the small window on the LEFT. Haoran, fourteen, in his navy school tracksuit, sits at his desk under the window, turned three-quarters towards the VIEWER'S LEFT, so we see his LEFT ear with the one white wired earbud in it; his silver sticker-covered laptop is open in front of him, its screen facing him, and he types on his black phone with his RIGHT thumb, frowning, determined. Tall piles of plain school exam books are shoved to one side of the desk. On the shelf above, a small framed photo of his late grandma. His face in the middle of the panel. The pale wall above the window is the quiet area.
Haoran was fourteen. His dad still made him study every night. After that, he taught himself other things.浩然十四了。他爸还是天天晚上逼他念书。念完了,他再自己偷偷学别的。
Night in Edinburgh, only the phone's light. Over Xiaoyu's RIGHT shoulder (her loose hair and the shoulder of her sky-blue hoodie at the bottom left, her face NOT seen), her phone in both hands shows a new, longer grey bubble on the left. NO letters painted. The dark room above the phone is the quiet area.
I can teach his phone to know faces. It'll tell him who's at the door.我能教他手机认脸。谁来敲门,它告诉他。
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Saturday afternoon in Edinburgh, flat bright cold light from the window, a raw wind moving the clouds. Xiaoyu sits cross-legged on the tartan blanket in her sky-blue hoodie with her dark grey laptop on her knees, its screen facing her, its thistle sticker towards us, typing, absorbed; her black watch on her LEFT wrist. Her face in the middle of the panel. The cream wall above her is the quiet area.
On Saturday he sent me every photo on Grandpa's phone. One thousand four hundred. My job was to name the faces.星期六,他把外公手机里的照片全发了过来,一千四百张。我的活儿,是给每张脸写上名字。
Saturday afternoon. The laptop screen fills the panel: a neat grid of small square photos, each a simple manga snapshot in the same fine pen and watercolour, with a thin blank pale strip under each one: Mama laughing in a kitchen, Uncle Wu in his white vest at a stone chess table in the sun, Auntie Zhang in her plum blouse, Grandpa with his tall glass of green tea, and three of an eleven-year-old girl with a straight fringe and a low ponytail in a faded blue t-shirt, on a sunny balcony. Every strip BLANK. NO letters painted.
Saturday afternoon, cold window light. Xiaoyu leans close to the screen below the panel and screws up her face, half laughing, half embarrassed, one hand pushing her own fringe aside. Her face in the middle of the panel. The laptop's edge below is the quiet area.
Me at eleven. That fringe!十一岁的我。那个刘海!
Saturday afternoon, cold window light. Over Xiaoyu's LEFT shoulder (the back of her ponytail and hoodie at the bottom left, her face NOT seen), the laptop screen shows the grid of small photos with a narrow chat window open at its right edge, one pale-grey bubble in it; NO letters painted. The cream wall above the laptop is the quiet area.
NAMED PICTURES. Machines that see learn from photos people have named. ImageNet, published in 2009, holds millions of photos, each labelled by hand. Much of the naming was done online by people paid by the task.有名字的照片。会看的机器,是靠人写好名字的照片学出来的。二〇〇九年发布的ImageNet,有几百万张照片,每张都由人手工标好。很多标注,是网上按件拿钱的人做的。
Write what Grandpa calls them. And send me some new ones of you.写外公平时怎么叫他们。还有,发几张你现在的照片来。
Saturday afternoon, flat cold light. Xiaoyu holds her pale-blue phone up in her RIGHT hand at arm's length the ordinary selfie way, its screen facing her, its back towards us, and looks at herself in it with a sour little face, her mouth pulled to one side, already lowering it. Her face in the middle of the panel. Her hoodie below is the quiet area.
This face? Not now. Later.现在这张脸?算了,以后再说。
Night in Bridge City, the desk lamp the only warm light, the laptop's cold glow on his face. Haoran, turned three-quarters to the VIEWER'S LEFT so his LEFT ear with the white earbud shows, rubs one eye under his square glasses with his knuckle, tired and stubborn, still looking at his laptop. His face in the middle of the panel. The desk below is the quiet area.
He taught it for three nights. His dad thought he was doing maths.他教了它三个晚上。他爸还以为他在做数学。
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Monday, four in the afternoon in Bridge City, warm late light from the high window, the dead bulb on the ceiling with no glow. Mama in her long navy raincoat, a small black suitcase at her feet, stands on the landing, tired from the journey; Auntie Zhang in her plum-red padded jacket has opened the dark green gate from inside on the LEFT and reaches out to squeeze Mama's arm. Two faces in the middle band. The high window and pale wall above are the quiet area.
Mama landed on Monday afternoon.妈妈星期一下午到了。
Afternoon, warm light from the balcony doors behind him. Grandpa in his grey cardigan stands just inside his front door, his glasses on their cord at his chest, and looks RIGHT at Mama off panel with a polite, kindly smile for a visitor, one hand waving her in. His face in the middle of the panel. His cardigan below is the quiet area.
‹From the neighbourhood office? Come in, sit down.›居委会的吧?进来坐,进来坐。
Afternoon, warm light from the high window on her face. Mama looks LEFT at Grandpa off panel; her smile has frozen and her eyes are filling. Her face in the middle of the panel. Her raincoat below is the quiet area.
‹Dad, it's me. Huihui.›爸,是我呀,慧慧。
Afternoon, warm low sun through the balcony doors laying a gold stripe on the terrazzo floor. Mama stands just inside the front door on the LEFT, still in her raincoat, her suitcase beside her, one hand pressed over her mouth. Grandpa, on the RIGHT by the round folding table, turns back to her kindly, explaining as to a guest, one hand resting on the RIGHT pocket of his cardigan where his small red notebook is. Two faces in the middle band. The cream wall and ceiling above are the quiet area.
‹Huihui's at school. She'll be home for dinner.›慧慧上学去了,回来吃晚饭。
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Tuesday, five in the afternoon in Bridge City, gold light through the balcony doors. Grandpa sits at the round folding table holding his phone in its dark green flip cover in both hands, its screen towards him; Haoran, in his navy school tracksuit with his school bag still on one shoulder, bends beside him and points at the screen, facing us three-quarter so we see his LEFT ear with the white earbud. Across the room on the RIGHT, Mama in her oatmeal jumper stands by the balcony doors with her arms folded, wary. Three faces in the middle band. The cream wall above is the quiet area.
Tuesday. Haoran came straight from school.星期二,浩然一放学就过来了。
‹Grandpa Chen, point it at anyone. It'll tell you who.›陈爷爷,您拿它对着谁,它就告诉您是谁。
Late afternoon, gold light. Grandpa holds his phone up in both hands the way you take a photo, its screen towards HIM, its back towards Mama off panel on the RIGHT, and squints at it, doubtful. His face in the middle of the panel, above the phone. The phone and his hands below are the quiet area.
‹This little thing?›就这么个小东西?
Late afternoon, gold light. Over Grandpa's shoulder (his white hair and grey cardigan at the edge, his face NOT seen), the phone screen in his two hands shows the camera picture: Mama standing by the balcony doors, her arms folded, her face in the upper middle of the screen; a plain pale band runs along the bottom of the screen. NO letters painted.
‹Huihui.›慧慧。
Late afternoon, gold light through the balcony doors behind Mama. Grandpa has lowered the phone to the table and looks across the room at Mama; his face crumples with relief, tears starting, and he half rises, reaching one big hand out to her. Mama's arms have dropped; she stares at him. Two faces in the middle band. The cream wall above is the quiet area.
‹Huihui... Huihui, you're back.›慧慧……慧慧回来了。
Late afternoon, the gold light fading. Grandpa holds Mama tight in both arms, his face hidden against her shoulder, his back to us, his shoulders shaking. Over his shoulder Mama's face looks towards us with her eyes open: tears on her cheeks and something hurt and far away in them, her hand flat on his back. Her face in the middle of the panel. The plain wall above is the quiet area.
He cried as if he'd been looking for her a long time.他哭了,像是找了她好久好久。
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Wednesday dawn in Bridge City, grey-pink light over the lake below, the willows on the shore pale green, the old stone bridge on the still water, the bare bulb off. Mama, in her navy raincoat over her jumper, stands alone at the rail holding her phone up in front of her face for a video call, the screen facing her. Her face in three-quarter in the middle of the panel. The wide pale sky above is the quiet area.
Next morning Mama called me from the balcony. In Edinburgh it was eleven at night.第二天一早,妈妈在阳台上给我打视频。爱丁堡那边是夜里十一点。
Night in Edinburgh, the reading lamp on. Xiaoyu sits up in bed holding her phone at the RIGHT edge of the panel, its screen towards her, glowing with happiness. Her face in the middle of the panel. The tartan blanket below is the quiet area.
Haoran says it worked! Grandpa knew you!浩然说成了!外公认出你了!
Dawn in Bridge City, grey-pink light. Mama holds her phone at the LEFT edge of the panel and looks at it, not smiling, tired. Her face in the middle of the panel. Her raincoat below is the quiet area.
The phone knew me. He only trusted the phone.认出我的是手机。他信的也是手机。
Night in Edinburgh, lamplight. Xiaoyu's smile falters; she frowns at the phone at the RIGHT edge, pleading. Her face in the middle of the panel. The blanket below is the quiet area.
But he wasn't scared any more.可他不害怕了呀。
Dawn in Bridge City, grey-pink light. Mama has let the phone drop a little and looks down past it at the lake, her mouth set, her eyes wet. Her face in the middle of the panel. Her raincoat below is the quiet area.
I'm his daughter. I don't want a machine telling him who I am.我是他女儿。我不想让一台机器告诉他我是谁。
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Thursday after school in Edinburgh, half past three, low cold sun slanting through the tall windows on the LEFT. Only three or four pupils, small, with their backs to us at laptops at the back. Xiaoyu in her school uniform stands at the front with her backpack on one shoulder, earnest, looking RIGHT; Ms Rennie sits on the edge of her desk on the RIGHT with her white mug, looking LEFT at her. Two faces in the middle band. The wiped-clean whiteboard and wall above are the quiet area.
Thursday, coding club.星期四,编程社。
How does a phone know whose face it's looking at?手机怎么知道它看见的是谁的脸?
Thursday afternoon, cold sun on one side of her face. Ms Rennie peers LEFT at Xiaoyu over her round tortoiseshell glasses with a dry grin, her mug in both hands. Her face in the middle of the panel. Her cardigan and mug below are the quiet area.
Write me the rule, then. What makes a face your mum's?那你给我写条规矩。什么样的脸,才算你妈妈的脸?
Thursday afternoon, cold sun. Xiaoyu counts on the fingers of her LEFT hand, her black watch on that wrist, looking up and RIGHT at Ms Rennie, then stops, deflated, realising. Her face in the middle of the panel. Her navy jumper below is the quiet area.
Short black hair. Tired eyes. ...That's half the mums at the gate.黑头发,短的。眼睛老是很累。……校门口一半的妈妈都这样。
Thursday afternoon, the low sun gone grey. On the whiteboard Ms Rennie has drawn three simple round faces in black marker, the same face three times: looking straight out, turned to the side, and half filled in with grey for shadow; NO letters or numbers. Ms Rennie stands on the RIGHT third of the panel with her marker, turned LEFT towards the class, her face in the middle band. The front desks at the lower left are plain and empty. The top of the board and the wall above are the quiet area.
And if she turns her head, or the light's dim, every number changes.她再一转头,或者光线暗一点,每个数都变了。
RULES FAILED. To a computer a face is millions of numbers. Move it one dot to the right and the whole list changes. For decades people wrote rules to find faces and cats in photos. The rules kept failing.规则不灵。在电脑眼里,一张脸就是几百万个数。往右挪一个点,整串数就全变了。几十年里,人们写了好多规则,想在照片里找出人脸、找出猫,总是不灵。
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Thursday afternoon, grey light from the windows, the room lights on. On the whiteboard Ms Rennie has drawn a big square grid of five by five: the two left columns filled in dark grey, the three right columns left white; over its top-left corner a small three by three square drawn in red. Beside it, a small empty three by three grid, and further along a second small empty three by three grid. All squares only, NO numbers or letters painted. Ms Rennie stands at the RIGHT with her marker, looking LEFT at the class. Her face in the middle band. The wall above the board is the quiet area.
So we stop writing rules. We slide a small window of nine numbers over the picture.所以干脆不写规矩了。拿一个九个数的小窗口,在图上一格一格挪过去。
Thursday afternoon, flat light on the whiteboard. The five by five grid with its two dark left columns and three white right columns, the small red three by three square over its corner, and beside it the two small empty three by three grids; each square EMPTY, the numbers are lettered in afterwards. NO numbers or letters painted.
Thursday afternoon, grey light on one side of her face. Ms Rennie taps the board behind her with her marker and looks LEFT at the class, delighted. Her face in the middle of the panel. Her green cardigan below is the quiet area.
Multiply and add. Where dark meets bright, you get a big number. That's an edge.乘一乘,再加起来。暗挨着亮的地方,数就大。那就是一条边。
Thursday afternoon, the windows going grey-blue, the room lights on. Xiaoyu sits at her window desk on the RIGHT of the panel, her pencil stopped over an open jotter (its page blank), looking up and LEFT at the board off panel, her face lighting with an idea; her black watch on her LEFT wrist. Her face in the middle band. The lower left of the panel is the plain grey desk. The pale wall above the window is the quiet area.
Edges first. Then an eyebrow. Then a whole face. Then Grandpa Wu.先是边,再是眉毛,再是一整张脸。再是吴爷爷。
FILTERS. A filter is a tiny grid of numbers, often three by three. It slides across the whole picture, multiplying and adding at every spot. A big total means its pattern is there, like an edge.过滤器。过滤器是一小格数,常常是三乘三。它在整张图上一格一格滑过去,每到一处就乘一乘、加起来。哪儿总数大,哪儿就有它要找的花样,比如一条边。
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Thursday morning in Bridge City, soft grey-gold light through the small kitchen window, steam rising from a pot. Grandpa in his grey cardigan stands in the kitchen doorway holding his phone up in both hands towards Auntie Zhang, the screen towards him, and beams over the top of it; Auntie Zhang in her plum-red padded jacket, sleeves pushed up, turns from the stove laughing and waves her ladle at him. Two faces in the middle band. The white tiled wall above is the quiet area.
All week the phone told him who people were.那一个礼拜,手机天天告诉他谁是谁。
‹Xiao Zhang! Morning!›小张!早啊!
Thursday, late afternoon in Bridge City, gold light along the shared balcony. Haoran in his school tracksuit leans on the rail outside his own window and waves at Grandpa off panel to the LEFT with a lopsided grin, turned three-quarters to the VIEWER'S LEFT so we see his LEFT ear with the white earbud. His face in the middle of the panel. The rail and pot plants below are the quiet area.
‹Haoran! The boy next door!›浩然!隔壁那小子!
Thursday evening, a warm lamp on in the living room. Grandpa stands at his glass cabinet and points his phone, in both hands, at a small framed black-and-white photo on the middle shelf of young Meilan with her two long braids and white blouse by the lake (a photo only); he looks over the phone at the photo with a soft, shy smile. His face in the middle of the panel. The phone and the shelf below are the quiet area.
‹It knows you too, Meilan.›它也认得你呢,美兰。
Thursday, late afternoon in Edinburgh, the screen bright. The laptop shows Haoran's shared screen: on a dark background, hundreds of small round coloured dots scattered like stars, gathered into a few tight clusters, each cluster its own colour (one blue, one orange, one green, one red), with wide dark gaps between the clusters; the dots are dots only, NOT faces. NO letters or numbers painted. The dark top of the screen is the quiet area.
LAYERS. A seeing network stacks its filters in layers. In 2014 two researchers looked inside one. Early layers answered to edges and colours, middle ones to textures and parts like eyes, later ones to whole things, like dogs' faces.一层一层。会看的网络把过滤器一层层叠起来。二〇一四年,两位研究者往一个网络里头看了看。前几层对边和颜色有反应,中间几层对纹理和眼睛这样的部件有反应,后面几层对整个东西有反应,比如狗脸。
It turns each face into a list of numbers. Photos of the same person get numbers close together, like words on your word map.它把每张脸变成一串数。同一个人的照片,数就挨得近,跟你那张词地图上的词一样。
Thursday, eleven at night in Bridge City, the desk lamp warm, the window black. Haoran sits back from his laptop with his arms folded and a sure, cocky grin, turned three-quarters to the VIEWER'S LEFT so his LEFT ear with the white earbud shows; behind him on the shelf, the small framed photo of his grandma. His face in the middle of the panel. The dark wall above is the quiet area.
All week Uncle Wu had knocked at seven. Grandpa never opened.这一个礼拜,吴爷爷天天七点来敲门。外公一回也没开。
Grandpa Wu's coming tomorrow evening. It'll know him. Promise.明天晚上吴爷爷过来。它肯定认得他。我保证。
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Friday at dusk in Bridge City, half past six, the bulb on the landing ceiling DEAD with no glow, only a last cold blue light from the high window; the landing is dim and grey. Uncle Wu in his mustard padded jacket climbs the last stairs with a red string net bag of oranges in one hand, puffing; Haoran in his school tracksuit waits on the landing by his own door on the RIGHT, Grandpa's gate on the LEFT still closed. Two faces in the middle band, both dim. The dark stairwell above is the quiet area.
Friday, at dusk. The bulb on the landing had been dead for weeks.星期五傍晚。楼道的灯泡坏了好几个礼拜了。
‹This gadget of yours had better work, boy.›小子,你这玩意儿最好灵啊。
Dusk, Grandpa's own doorway lit warm from the lamp in his flat behind him, the landing outside dark. Grandpa, behind the dark green gate bars, holds his phone up in both hands the ordinary way, its screen towards him and its cold glow on his face, and looks over it to the RIGHT, hopeful. His face in the middle of the panel. The phone and his hands below are the quiet area.
‹Let me have a look.›我看看啊。
Dusk. Over Grandpa's shoulder (his white hair at the edge, his face NOT seen), the phone screen in his hands shows the camera picture of the dark landing: a round dark shape of a man, his face lost in shadow and grain, a pale net bag at his side, in the upper middle of the screen; a plain pale band along the bottom. NO letters painted.
‹Stranger.›陌生人。
Dusk, the landing dark, the dead bulb above. Grandpa's front door behind the gate on the LEFT has just slammed shut, the warm light gone from the gap. Uncle Wu stands frozen in front of the gate with the net bag of oranges, his mouth open; Haoran on the RIGHT has one hand flung out too late. Two faces in the middle band, stunned. The dark wall above is the quiet area.
‹Go away! I don't know you!›走!我不认得你!
SLAM砰
Dusk turning to night, the last blue light from the high window. Uncle Wu sits alone on the top step of the stairs in his mustard jacket, the red net bag of oranges on the step beside him, his palm-leaf fan still in his lap, looking at Grandpa's shut door; round, small and quiet. His face in three-quarter in the middle of the panel. The dark stairwell above him is the quiet area.
They'd played chess for sixty years. A phone had called him a stranger.他们下了六十年的棋。一部手机说,他是陌生人。
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Night falling, the landing dark but for the warm light from Grandpa's open door and gate behind Mama. Mama in her oatmeal jumper has come out and crouches on the step beside Uncle Wu, one hand on his arm, ashamed and kind; Uncle Wu shakes his head and pats her hand with his fan. Two faces in the middle band. The dark stairwell above is the quiet area.
‹Uncle Wu, I'm so sorry. Come in, he'll settle down.›吴叔,真对不住。进来坐吧,他一会儿就好。
‹No, no. Let him rest. I'll come in the morning.›不了不了,让他歇着。我明天早上再来。
Night, the landing dark, warm light from the doorway on one side of her face. Mama has stood up and turned to Haoran off panel on the RIGHT, quietly furious, her arms tight at her sides. Her face in the middle of the panel. Her jumper below is the quiet area.
‹Delete that app from his phone. Tonight.›把那个软件从他手机上删了。今晚就删。
Night, the landing dark, a little warm light from Grandpa's doorway on his face. Haoran looks LEFT at Mama, stubborn and stung, his fists clenched, so we see his LEFT ear with the white earbud. His face in the middle of the panel. His tracksuit below is the quiet area.
‹But it knew you! It's worked all week!›可它认得您啊!这一个礼拜都好好的!
Night, the landing dark, the warm doorway light behind Mama. Mama leans in towards Haoran and speaks low and hard, not shouting; Haoran, as tall as her, stares back, his chin up but his eyes shaken. Two faces in the middle band. The dark wall above is the quiet area.
‹It called his oldest friend a stranger. And he believed it.›它说他最老的朋友是陌生人。他就信了。
Night, the landing dark, Grandpa's door and gate shut on the LEFT with only a thin line of light under it. The red net bag of oranges sits on the floor by Grandpa's gate. Haoran stands alone in the middle of the landing looking down at his own black phone in his hand, its glow on his face. His face small in the middle of the panel. The dark stairwell above is the quiet area.
Uncle Wu left the oranges by the gate.吴爷爷把橘子留在了门口。
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Friday night in Edinburgh, half past ten, the window black, the reading lamp on. Xiaoyu sits cross-legged on the tartan blanket with her dark grey laptop on her knees, its screen facing HER, so we see only the plain back of the lid with its thistle sticker and the screen's cool glow on her face; she is on a call with Haoran, whom we do not see. Xiaoyu's face in the middle of the panel; The dark wall above is the quiet area.
Haoran called at half past ten. In Bridge City it was dawn. He hadn't slept.那天晚上十点半,浩然打来视频。桥城那边,天已经亮了。他一夜没睡。
Dawn in Bridge City, grey light from the small window on the LEFT. Haoran, turned three-quarters to the VIEWER'S LEFT so his LEFT ear with the white earbud shows, his glasses pushed up on his forehead, looks down, flat and beaten. His face in the middle of the panel. His tracksuit below is the quiet area.
Your mum's right. I'll delete it.你妈说得对。我删了吧。
Night in Edinburgh, lamplight and screen light. Xiaoyu leans towards the laptop at the bottom of the panel, frowning, half cross and half worried for him. Her face in the middle of the panel. Her hoodie below is the quiet area.
You never give up on anything.你什么时候认过输啊。
Dawn in Bridge City, grey light. Haoran has turned his head away from the camera towards the VIEWER'S LEFT, so we see his LEFT ear with the earbud, and looks up at the small framed photo of his grandma on the shelf at the left edge, his mouth tight. His face in the middle of the panel. His shoulders below are the quiet area.
At the end, my grandma asked my dad who I was. I was nine.我奶奶最后那阵子,问我爸我是谁。我那年九岁。
Night in Edinburgh, the screen's grey light on her face. Xiaoyu sits very still, her hand over her mouth, her eyes wet, looking down at the laptop. Her face in the middle of the panel. Her hand and hoodie below are the quiet area.
He had never told me that.这件事,他从来没跟我说过。
Dawn in Bridge City, grey light from the window on the LEFT. Haoran, turned three-quarters to the VIEWER'S LEFT (his LEFT ear and the earbud towards us), pulls his glasses down onto his nose and rubs his face with both hands, then looks back at the camera, raw. His face in the middle of the panel. The pale wall above is the quiet area.
I thought a machine could stop that happening to anyone else.我以为有了机器,这种事就不会再落到别人身上了。
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Friday night in Edinburgh, the window black, the reading lamp on. Xiaoyu sits forward on the bed with the laptop on her knees, its screen facing her so we see only the plain back of the lid, scrolling fast with two fingers on the trackpad, her face set, her black watch on her LEFT wrist; Haoran's call still open in a small window. Her face in three-quarter in the middle of the panel. The dark wall above is the quiet area.
I opened every photo I'd named "Old Wu". Sixty-one of them.我把标了"老吴"的照片全打开了,一共六十一张。
Night. The laptop screen fills the panel with a grid of small photos of the same round bald old man with a fringe of white hair, Uncle Wu, every one in bright summer sun: in his white vest at a stone chess table under green willows, fanning himself on a park bench, laughing by the blue-green lake, squinting into the light. All bright, all green and gold. NO letters painted.
Night, the screen's bright summer colours reflected on her face. Xiaoyu stares down at the laptop below the panel, her eyes widening. Her face in the middle of the panel. The laptop's edge below is the quiet area.
Every one's in summer. In the sun. In his vest.每一张都是夏天。大太阳底下,穿着背心。
Night in Edinburgh, lamplight. Xiaoyu sits up very straight on the bed, the laptop on her knees, and leans towards its camera, eager and certain, one finger raised. Her face in the middle of the panel. The dark window above is the quiet area.
A dark picture is all small numbers. On the dusk stairs the edges hardly show.暗的图,数都很小。黄昏的楼道里,边几乎看不出来。
It's never seen Grandpa Wu in the dark.它从来没在黑的地方见过吴爷爷。
Dawn in Bridge City, the grey light turning pale gold in the window on the LEFT. Haoran sits up, pushes his glasses back on, turned three-quarters to the VIEWER'S LEFT so his LEFT ear with the earbud shows, and a slow grin starts across his tired face. His face in the middle of the panel. The pale wall above is the quiet area.
...Or in his winter jacket.……也没见过他穿棉袄。
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Saturday at dusk in Bridge City, the bulb DEAD with no glow, the last blue light from the high window. Uncle Wu in his mustard jacket stands stiffly in front of Grandpa's gate as if for a passport photo, chin up, his fan at his side; Haoran in his tracksuit crouches on the RIGHT with his black phone held up in both hands, its screen towards him, photographing him; Mama stands in Grandpa's doorway on the LEFT behind the gate, arms folded, watching. Three faces in the middle band, dim. The dark stairwell above is the quiet area.
Saturday dusk. One last try.星期六傍晚,最后再试一回。
‹My face? What for? Selling it?›拍我的脸干嘛?拿去卖啊?
Dusk, the landing dim, his phone's glow on his face. Haoran, crouching, looks up and LEFT at Uncle Wu off panel, earnest, his phone in both hands, so we see his LEFT ear with the white earbud. His face in the middle of the panel. His knees and the phone below are the quiet area.
‹It stays on Grandpa Chen's phone. Nobody else ever sees it.›就存在陈爷爷手机里,别人谁也看不到。
Dusk, the landing dim. Uncle Wu looks down and to the RIGHT at Haoran with mock scorn, already turning his round face a little to one side to show what he thinks is his better side. His face in the middle of the panel. His mustard jacket below is the quiet area.
‹Hmph. Get my good side, then.›哼。那拍我好看的那半边。
Dusk, the landing dark, the dead bulb above. Seen from inside Grandpa's doorway at an old man's eye height, through the dark green gate bars, Uncle Wu stands on the dim landing in his mustard jacket, his face in shadow and grey, half turned, patient. His face in the right half of the panel, in the middle band. The lower left is the dark bars and floor. The dark stairwell above is the quiet area.
Forty photos in the dark. Haoran flipped each one left to right as well, to make eighty.黑地方拍了四十张。浩然又把每张左右翻过来,凑成了八十张。
ONLY WHAT IT WAS SHOWN. A seeing machine learns which patterns came with which name. If every cow in its photos stood on grass, it may partly learn grass. What it was never shown, it cannot know.只认见过的。会看的机器学的,是哪些花样常跟哪个名字一起出现。要是它见过的牛都站在草地上,它可能把草也算进了牛里。没给它看过的,它就没法知道。
Saturday night in Bridge City, the desk lamp warm, the window black. From behind Haoran's LEFT shoulder (the back of his head, the white earbud wire at his LEFT ear, his face NOT seen), his silver sticker-covered laptop shows one plain window with a single line in a pale box; NO letters painted. The dark wall above the laptop is the quiet area.
That night he taught it again. And he took out the word "stranger".那天夜里,他又教了它一遍。还把"陌生人"这三个字删了。
I don't know this face yet.这张脸,我还不认识。
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Sunday at dusk in Bridge City, the bulb still DEAD with no glow, the high window cold blue. Grandpa in his grey cardigan stands in his lit doorway on the LEFT behind the closed gate, his phone raised in both hands, screen towards him, its glow on his face, frightened and hoping; Uncle Wu in his mustard jacket waits on the dark landing in front of the gate with a new red net bag of oranges, very still. Two faces in the middle band. The dark stairwell above is the quiet area.
Sunday, at dusk. The bulb still didn't work.星期天傍晚。灯泡还是坏的。
Dusk. Over Grandpa's shoulder (his white hair at the edge, his face NOT seen), the phone screen shows the camera picture of the dim landing: the round shape of Uncle Wu in the shadow, his face grey and faint, in the upper middle of the screen; a plain pale band along the bottom. NO letters painted.
‹Old Wu.›老吴。
Dusk, his doorway lit warm behind him. Grandpa lowers the phone and looks RIGHT through the bars at Uncle Wu off panel, his face breaking open: recognition, joy and mock outrage all at once, eyebrows up. His face in the middle of the panel. The phone in his hands below is the quiet area.
‹Old Wu! Where've you been all week, you old fool?›老吴!你个老糊涂,这一个礼拜跑哪儿去了?
Dusk, the warm light from Grandpa's flat now spilling out onto the dark landing. Grandpa swings the dark green gate open with one hand and grabs Uncle Wu's sleeve with the other; Uncle Wu laughs, pushing the net bag of oranges at him. Far back in Haoran's open doorway on the RIGHT, small: Mama with both hands over her mouth, and Haoran beside her with one fist clenched in a silent yes, his LEFT ear and earbud towards us. Grandpa's and Wu's faces in the middle band, the two small faces at the right. The dark stairwell above is the quiet area.
‹Me? I've been at your door every single day!›我?我天天都在你门口!
Sunday evening in Bridge City, the warm lamp on, the balcony doors dark blue. Grandpa and Uncle Wu sit facing each other across the round folding table over the 8 by 8 Western chessboard, each with his own pieces nearest him; Grandpa throws his head back laughing with a knight in his fingers, Uncle Wu points at the board in protest, a half-peeled orange in his other hand; orange peel and Grandpa's tall glass of green tea at the table's edge. Two faces in the middle band. The dim ceiling above the lamp is the quiet area.
They played till ten. Grandpa won twice, and said Wu had let him.两个人一直下到十点。外公赢了两盘,还非说是老吴让着他。
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Sunday night, ten o'clock, the landing dark, a warm stripe of light and the sound of the chess game coming from Grandpa's door, which stands ajar behind them at the top left. Mama and Haoran sit on the stairs, Mama a step above on the LEFT with her elbows on her knees, Haoran a step below on the RIGHT, his back against the wall. Two tired faces in the middle band. The dark stairwell above is the quiet area.
‹Haoran. Leave the app on his phone.›浩然,那个软件就留在他手机上吧。
Night, the warm stripe of light from the door on his face. Haoran looks up and LEFT at Mama, surprised, so we see his LEFT ear with the white earbud. His face in the middle of the panel. His knees below are the quiet area.
‹I thought you hated it.›您不是最烦它吗?
Night, the warm light from the door on one side of her face. Mama looks down and to the RIGHT at Haoran with a tired, rueful smile, her chin on her hand. Her face in the middle of the panel. Her jumper below is the quiet area.
‹I do. But tonight he got his friend back.›是烦。可今天晚上,他把老朋友找回来了。
A grey morning at the end of March in Bridge City, soft light through the balcony doors. Mama in her navy raincoat stands by the front door with her small black suitcase; Grandpa in his grey cardigan holds his phone up towards her in both hands, its screen towards him, and smiles over it; Mama smiles back, her eyes wet. Two faces in the middle band. The cream wall above is the quiet area.
Three weeks later Mama flew home. Every morning till then he'd pointed it at her, and it had said her name.三个礼拜后,妈妈飞回了爱丁堡。走之前,外公每天早上都拿它对着她,它每天都说出她的名字。
She never got used to it. She never asked him to stop.她一直没习惯,也一直没叫他别用。
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SUMMER, a Saturday in July in Edinburgh, NOT spring: nine in the morning, bright pale summer sun on the sea in the tall sash window, the window open a crack. Xiaoyu in her sky-blue hoodie sits at the round table facing the tablet (its grey back to us at the bottom edge); in front of her a small round chocolate cake with thin candles, unlit. Mama in her oatmeal jumper sits beside her; Papa, huge in his navy jumper, leans in behind them grinning. Three faces in the middle band. The bright window and ceiling above are the quiet area.
July. I turned fourteen.七月,我十四岁了。
On the tablet screen, Bridge City in SUMMER at four in the afternoon, warm gold light, the balcony doors open. Grandpa in his grey cardigan over a white vest, seen a little from below as Auntie Zhang's phone sees him, has fished his own phone in its dark green flip cover out of his LEFT cardigan pocket and is lifting it in both hands, its back towards us, peering over it, busy and pleased. His face in the middle of the screen. His cardigan below is the quiet area.
‹Wait, wait. Let me see who it is.›等等,等等。我看看是谁。
Bridge City, SUMMER, four in the afternoon, gold light. Over Grandpa's shoulder (his white hair at the edge, his face NOT seen), his phone screen shows the camera picture of Auntie Zhang's phone in its black case held up in front of him, and on that small screen the face of a fourteen-year-old girl with a straight fringe and a low ponytail in a sky-blue hoodie, small, a little blurred, in the upper middle of his screen; a plain pale band along the bottom. NO letters painted.
‹I don't know this face yet.›这张脸,我还不认识。
On the tablet screen, Bridge City in SUMMER, warm gold light. Grandpa has lowered his phone and looks from it to the screen, puzzled, his smile gone uncertain; at the right edge Auntie Zhang in her short-sleeved plum-red blouse leans in, her kind face worried, holding her own phone up for the call. Two faces in the middle band of the screen. The cream wall above is the quiet area.
‹It says it doesn't know you.›它说,不认得你。
SUMMER morning in Edinburgh, bright pale light from the window behind her. Xiaoyu leans in towards the tablet off panel on the LEFT, her smile wobbling, the unlit cake in front of her; her black watch on her LEFT wrist on the table. Her face in the middle of the panel. The bright window above her is the quiet area.
‹Grandpa, it's me. Xiaoyu.›外公,是我呀。小雨。
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On the tablet screen, Bridge City in SUMMER, warm gold light. Grandpa smiles kindly at the screen, a little puzzled, and holds his big flat hand out level at about the height of his own chest, palm down, showing how tall a small girl is. His face in the middle of the screen beside his raised hand. His cardigan below is the quiet area.
‹Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu's only this tall.›小雨?小雨才这么高一点儿。
SUMMER morning in Edinburgh, bright light. Xiaoyu laughs and cries at once, looking LEFT at the tablet off panel, wiping one eye with the heel of her hand. Her face in the middle of the panel. Her hoodie below is the quiet area.
‹I grew, Grandpa. I'm fourteen.›外公,我长高了。我十四了。
On the tablet screen, Bridge City in SUMMER, gold light. Grandpa's eyebrows go up, then his sly old smile comes back, and he wags one finger at the screen. His face in the middle of the screen. His cardigan below is the quiet area.
‹Fourteen? ...Then have more cake.›十四啦?……那多吃块蛋糕。
SUMMER night in Edinburgh, ten o'clock and still light, a long blue-gold dusk over the sea in the tall sash window. Xiaoyu stands at the window in her sky-blue hoodie holding her pale-blue phone up in her RIGHT hand the ordinary selfie way, its screen facing her, its back towards us, looking at herself in it, serious and steady, not pulling a face. Her black watch on her LEFT wrist. Her face in three-quarter in the middle of the panel. The bright dusk sky in the window above is the quiet area.
The app had learned my face the summer I was eleven. I think Grandpa's memory of me stopped there too.那个软件记住的,是我十一岁那年夏天的脸。我想,外公记住的也是。
SUMMER night, the phone in Xiaoyu's hand, her black watch on her LEFT wrist at the edge. On the screen a chat: a long row of small square photo thumbnails she has sent on the right, too small to make out, and one pale-grey bubble on the left just arrived. NO letters painted.
That night I sent Haoran forty photos of me at fourteen. Not all of them nice.那天晚上,我给浩然发了四十张十四岁的我。不是张张都好看。
Next: Chapter 8. The Next Word.下一章:第八章 下一个字
You look like you.是你。
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The ideas, a little slower

Some of this chapter was left to the pictures, so the stairwell and the hug could stay quiet. Here it is in words.

On page 4 Xiaoyu writes a name under every face. That is how most seeing machines learn, from photos that people have named. ImageNet, which Fei-Fei Li and her colleagues published in 2009, sorted millions of photos under the words of a big English word list. Most of the naming was done by people online, paid a little for each task. From 2010 a yearly contest asked programs to sort about 1.2 million of these photos into 1,000 kinds.

On page 8 Ms Rennie asks for a rule for "your mum". For a computer a photo is millions of numbers, and moving a face by one dot gives a completely different list. Rules must also cope with light, shadow, angle, distance and things in the way. For decades rules written by hand kept failing. What finally worked was a design built on two plain facts about pictures. Dots that sit near each other belong together, and the same pattern can turn up anywhere.

On page 9 Ms Rennie slides a little window over a picture that is dark on the left and bright on the right. Each row of the first spot is 0, 0, 1. Times −1, 0 and 1 that makes 1, so the three rows give 3. One step on, it is 3 again. One more step, over bright only, and it is 0. The big numbers sit exactly where dark meets bright. The window is an edge-finder, and on a flat patch, bright or dark, it gives nothing. The same nine numbers are used at every spot, so the window needs only nine however big the picture is. A network built like this is called a convolutional network.

Xiaoyu guesses the rest on page 9. A second layer of windows slides over the first layer's answers, not over the picture, so it finds patterns of patterns, like two edges making a corner. Deeper layers see bigger pieces of the picture. Nobody writes the numbers in the windows. They start at random and are nudged after every wrong guess, the way Papa's card scores were in Chapter 5. Edge-finders appear in the first layer because they are useful, not because anyone asked for them.

On page 10 Haoran shows a map of faces, a cousin of Xiaoyu's word map. Pictures, like words, can each be given a list of numbers, a place on a map, so that similar ones sit close. Much of modern AI is learning a good map and then measuring distances on it.

On page 14 Xiaoyu sees what went wrong. Every photo of Uncle Wu was bright. On a dark landing every number in the picture is small. Try Ms Rennie's window on a picture that goes from 0 to 0.2 instead of 0 to 1, and the edge gives 0.6 instead of 3. A machine knows only which patterns came with which name in the photos it was shown, so the fix was to show it Uncle Wu in the dark. Flipping each photo, as Haoran did, is an old trick for making more examples. The team that won in 2012 used it.

What is true here

Cells that see edges

In 1962 David Hubel and Torsten Wiesel listened to single brain cells in cats while showing them lines. Some cells answered to an edge at one angle in one small patch, and others gathered those answers over a bigger patch. In 1980 Kunihiko Fukushima built a network of layers like these, the Neocognitron. They were ideas to borrow, not a blueprint. Today's seeing networks are like our eyes in a few ways and unlike them in many.

Reading cheques

In 1989 Yann LeCun and his colleagues at Bell Labs trained a network like this to read handwritten postcodes, and in 1998 they published LeNet-5, which read handwritten digits. Systems like it were used to read cheques. For photos of the everyday world, though, computers were too slow and the named collections too small.

The year it changed

In 2012 Alex Krizhevsky, Ilya Sutskever and Geoffrey Hinton entered the ImageNet contest with a deep network trained on two graphics chips built for video games. It had 60 million numbers to tune. Its right answer was missing from its top five guesses 15.3 per cent of the time, against 26.2 per cent for the next best. Within a few years nearly every leading entry was a deep network, and in 2015 one with 152 layers got that figure down to 3.57 per cent. Rich Sutton has argued that this is the main lesson of seventy years of AI, that general methods with more computing beat clever hand-made knowledge. Many researchers agree. Others think it undervalues the careful design that made the general methods work.

It doesn't see the way we do

In 2019 researchers showed networks a cat shape filled with the wrinkled texture of elephant skin. The networks mostly said "elephant". People said "cat". The networks had leaned on texture more than shape. Tiny changes to a photo, too small for a person to notice, can make a network give a confident wrong answer. Researchers call these adversarial examples. Claims that machines see better than people come from one narrow test, sorting into 1,000 fixed kinds. People see in depth, over time, and know what things are for.

Not every face is seen as well

In 2018 Joy Buolamwini and Timnit Gebru tested three commercial systems, from IBM, Microsoft and Face++, that guess from a photo whether a face is a man's or a woman's. All three did best on lighter-skinned men and worst on darker-skinned women, with errors of up to 34.7 per cent for darker-skinned women and at most 0.8 per cent for lighter-skinned men. The main reason was that the photos used to train and test such systems were mostly of lighter-skinned faces. The study was public, and within months the companies it named had narrowed the gap. In 2019 a large United States government study also found differences between groups in many face programs, though the most accurate ones showed much smaller differences.

Whose face is it

Much of the data used to train AI was collected without asking the people in it. Keeping data on the device, and collecting only what is needed, both help. The surest protection is still the plainest one, which is not to give private things to a machine.

Beyond sliding windows

Since 2021 many seeing systems also use the transformer, the design behind today's chat assistants, which a later chapter comes to. It cuts a picture into small squares and treats each one like a word. Sliding-window networks are still common where speed matters, and many systems mix the two.

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What is pretend

Bridge City, Xiaoyu, Grandpa Chen, Mama, Papa, Haoran and his grandma, Uncle Wu, Auntie Zhang, Ms Rennie and her coding club. Haoran's app, the photos Xiaoyu names, the sixty-one in the sun and the forty in the dark are made up, and so is the moment the app does not know her at fourteen. Real phones can already sort photos by the faces in them, and a careful teenager could build a small app like Haoran's. Grandpa's memory is drawn from no one in particular, and the story makes no medical claim. People whose memory slips sometimes find faces hard, even faces they love.

Who made this

Yingying Fu created this manga. She chose the story and its people, directed every page, and edited every word and picture. The words were drafted with Claude, an AI by Anthropic. The pictures are made with AI image generation, painted panel by panel from her direction and checked and corrected by hand.

慢慢再讲一遍

这一章有些道理留给了画面,好让楼道里那一下和那个拥抱安静一点。这里用文字再讲一遍。

第四页,小雨在每张脸底下写名字。会看的机器,大多就是这么学的,靠的是人写好名字的照片。二〇〇九年,李飞飞和同事发布了ImageNet,把几百万张照片,按一份很大的英文词表分了类。名字大多是网上的人标的,标一件,拿一点钱。从二〇一〇年起,每年有一场比赛,让程序把其中大约一百二十万张照片分成一千类。

第八页,伦尼老师让小雨给"你妈妈"写条规矩。在电脑眼里,一张照片是几百万个数,脸挪一个点,整串数就全不一样了。规矩还得管得住光线、影子、角度、远近,还有挡在前面的东西。几十年里,手写的规矩总是不灵。后来真管用的,是一种照着图片两个朴素道理搭出来的网络。挨着的点是一伙的,同一种花样,哪儿都可能出现。

第九页,伦尼老师拿一个小窗口,在一张左暗右亮的图上挪。第一处,每行是0、0、1,分别乘−1、0、1,得1,三行加起来是3。挪一格,还是3。再挪一格,全是亮的,得0。大数正好落在暗挨着亮的地方。这个小窗口就是个找边的,碰到一片平的,不管亮还是暗,它都得0。每到一处用的都是同样九个数,所以图再大,窗口也只要九个数。这样搭起来的网络,叫"卷积网络"。

剩下的,小雨在第九页自己猜到了。第二层的小窗口,不在图上挪,在第一层算出来的结果上挪,所以找的是花样拼成的花样,比如两条边凑成一个角。越往后,每一层看到的那块图就越大。小窗口里的数,没有人去写。它们一开始是乱的,每猜错一次就调一点,跟第五章爸爸的牌分一个道理。第一层自己长出了找边的本事,是因为找边有用,不是谁让它找的。

第十页,浩然给小雨看一张脸的地图,跟她那张词地图是亲戚。图片也能跟词一样,每张变成一串数,在地图上有个位置,像的就挨得近。现在的人工智能,很大一部分就是先学出一张好地图,再在上面量远近。

第十四页,小雨看出了毛病在哪。吴爷爷的照片,张张都亮堂堂的。到了黑乎乎的楼道里,图上每个数都很小。拿伦尼老师那个窗口去挪一张从0到0.2、而不是从0到1的图,那条边只得0.6,不是3。机器只知道,它见过的照片里,哪些花样常跟哪个名字在一起。所以办法就是让它见见黑地方的吴爷爷。浩然把照片左右翻过来,是个老办法,用来多凑些例子。二〇一二年拿第一的那个团队,就用过。

哪些是真的

会看边的细胞

一九六二年,休伯尔和威泽尔给猫看一条条的线,同时去听它脑子里单个细胞的动静。有的细胞只对某一小块地方、某个角度的边有反应,还有的细胞把这些反应收拢起来,管更大一块。一九八〇年,福岛邦彦照这个样子搭了一个一层一层的网络,叫"新认知机"。这些只是借来的点子,不是照着造的图纸。现在会看的网络,跟人的眼睛有几处像,不像的地方多得多。

认支票

一九八九年,贝尔实验室的杨立昆和同事训练了这样一个网络,去认手写的邮政编码。一九九八年,他们发表了LeNet-5,能认手写数字。这类系统后来真拿去认过支票。可要认日常生活里拍的照片,那时候的电脑太慢,标好名字的照片也太少。

变天的那一年

二〇一二年,克里热夫斯基、苏茨克维和辛顿带着一个很深的网络去参加ImageNet比赛,用的是两块本来给电子游戏做的显卡。它有六千万个要调的数。它最有把握的五个答案里没有正确答案的情况,只占百分之十五点三,第二名是百分之二十六点二。没过几年,比赛前几名差不多全是深度网络。二〇一五年,一个一百五十二层的网络,把这个数降到了百分之三点五七。萨顿说过,七十年人工智能研究最大的一条教训,就是通用的方法加上更多的算力,总会赢过人一点点手编的知识。很多研究者同意。也有人觉得,这么说小看了让通用方法跑起来的那些巧妙设计。

它看东西跟我们不一样

二〇一九年,研究者给网络看一只猫的轮廓,里面填满大象皮那种皱纹。网络大多说"大象",人都说"猫"。网络看的更多是纹理,不是形状。照片上改动一点点,人根本看不出来,就能让网络很有把握地答错。研究者管这叫"对抗样本"。说机器比人看得准,依据的只是一场很窄的测试,把照片分进固定的一千类。人看东西有远近,有前后,还知道东西是干什么用的。

不是每张脸都看得一样清

二〇一八年,布兰维尼和格布鲁测了IBM、微软和旷视三家的商用系统,这些系统看一张脸的照片,猜是男是女。三家都是认浅肤色男人最准,认深肤色女人最差。深肤色女人的错误率最高到百分之三十四点七,浅肤色男人最多百分之零点八。主要原因是,训练和测试这类系统用的照片,大多是浅肤色的脸。这项研究是公开的,几个月里,被点名的公司都把差距缩小了。二〇一九年,美国政府的一项大研究也发现,很多人脸程序对不同人群的错误率不一样,不过最准的那些,差别小得多。

这是谁的脸

训练人工智能用的数据,很多是没问过当事人就收来的。数据只存在自己的设备上、只收需要的那一点,都有帮助。最靠得住的保护,还是最朴素的那一条,私事别交给机器。

小窗口之外

从二〇二一年起,很多会看的系统也用上了"变换器",就是如今聊天助手背后的那种设计,后面的章节还会讲到。它把一张图切成一个个小方块,每块当成一个词来看。在讲究速度的地方,滑小窗口的网络还很常用,也有很多系统两样混着用。

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哪些是虚构的

桥城、小雨、陈外公、妈妈、爸爸、浩然和他奶奶、吴爷爷、张阿姨、伦尼老师和她的编程社,都是编的。浩然的软件、小雨标的那些照片、太阳底下那六十一张、黑地方那四十张,也是编的,软件认不出十四岁的小雨那一刻也是编的。现在的手机,已经能按照片里的脸给照片分类,一个用心的中学生,也真做得出浩然那样的小软件。外公的记性不是照着哪个真人写的,故事也不作任何医学上的判断。记性不好的人,有时候确实不大认得脸,连最亲的人的脸也会认不出。

谁做了这本漫画

这本漫画由 Yingying Fu 创作。故事和人物由她决定,每一页由她导演,每一句话、每一幅画由她修改。文字是和 Anthropic 的人工智能 Claude 一起起草的。画面由人工智能生成,按她的要求一格一格地画,再逐张检查、修正。

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