One thing Igor was at pains to establish, was what I wanted to do with myself.
I mean, its not as if its obvious or anything.
This is AIMOS2 - Autonomous Interactive Machine OS, now being rewritten entirely in C++. Doubled resolution and framerate, or 8x the data. Its taken a good deal of thought but the bulk of this has been written over Friday night and the weekend after I took the testbed apart and rebuilt it as a series of threads to squeeze everything into a single frame.
Like original AIMOS, its Gaussian. Difference of Differences Over Time... It looks at how different from its neighbours each pixel is and uses that information to decide if its an edge or not, then compares it to the same pixel from other frames to see if its always an edge. That in itself is regenerative, an average of several attempts to parse detail from a shitty webcam under CFL light. The histograph shows how many pixels of any one hue are present from the total, and that feeds back into an amplifier that boosts and cuts the input signal so the bandwidth is always saturated.
Now here's the fun part.
While I was writing an advanced image processor off the top of my head on my rebuilt rig...
5 processors, 14GHz, 12GB RAM, 6TB HDD with VNC/SSH and my own virtual deskop software, controlled from one terminal. 'spock@science-station' is a Pi Zero W physically mounted on a robot complete with camera that will explore the workshop and garden using AIMOS2...
I was also doing Igor's job.
I found a carer, phoned them up and negotiated a care package. The supervisor's coming out on Tuesday at 10, just before the agent and the social at 12, where the agent will meet Bea and Igor receive the bad news that the carer has already done her assessment and will want paying later in the week.
There's fuck-all Igor can do about this, now he has incriminated himself in the council's ruse and displayed a total lack of decency himself, I'll now wipe the floor with the lot of them.
At least it wasnt all a complete waste of time then.
And there's fuck-all the agent can do but sputter, while Igor tells him he's not throwing anyone out, with a frown on his face as he tastes his own words.
Perhaps it will enrage the agent enough to take me to court. Or maybe the council. Or maybe Igor.