Data’s Read Time

I know I’m going to get Crazy nerd points for this, but hey, that’s a good thing.

I have calculated Data’s Read Speed.

According to the Wiki, which I helped update on precisely the quoted material, “800 quadrillion bits” or 100 petabytes” is Data’s storage capacity.

What’s interesting about this figure is that it is well beyond current super computer norms, now that’s not shocking given that this is a show about hundreds of years in the future. However, Data’s processing speed is actually well below modern super computers. “60 trillion operations per second” or 60 teraflops.” Data’s speed compared to 1456.7 teraflops for the Roadrunner at Los Alamos.

I wondered about how Data could host such a profoundly advanced AI on such limited processor speed.

Now every nerd knows that a computer’s output is a function of many things not just clock speed, but also architecture and software.

But given how little we are told about this in the show these factors can be regarded as magic, what we can know is as before his capacity, and his clock speed, which are directly stated but his read speed is not.

Something else we know is that Data almost certainly has a single type of solid state memory, as demonstrated by his ability to be instantly shut down and reactivated with no memory loss.

Read time is how long it takes to read a volume of data.

This was hard to nail down because typically Data knows something about which he is asked, so it could be constructed when a result is located he stops searching, like your keys are always in the last place you look because once you find them you stop looking.

But in episode 28 “Where Silence Has Lease” we have the following useful clue.

In studying a stellar phenomenon the following conversation takes place.

“Data is there any record anywhere of any occurrence even vaguely similar to this.” – Riker

“Accessing…” – Data

Elapsed time 3 seconds.

“Negative sir.” – Data

I think that search input is qualitatively close enough to “search your entire memory” for an estimate.

And we know that no result was found so he did search it from beginning to end.

We also know he did not search the main computer, it’s seek time is much longer. Probably due to database size. But that’s another nerd rant 🙂

Thus…

800 quadrillion bits searched in 3 seconds in megabytes

WolframAlpha returns Data’s final read speed on or about 3.333×10^10 MB or 33.33 PB, per second.

Data’s processor speed may be a little slow, but his capacity and this monstrous seek time launch him squarely into future land for the time being.

I predict his seek time will be the last thing we actually match about his hardware performance statistics.

I suspect we’ll achieve AI first.

Links.

http://www04.wolframalpha.com/input/?i=800+quadrillion+bits+divided+by+3+in+megabytes

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Data_star_trek

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TOP500#List_as_of_November_2008

Dear Dad

Thanks for…

Special eggs.

Giving me the good pieces.

Letting me ruin your tools.

Playing Vivaldi.

My first sword.

Showing me the value of honesty.

Making me a nerd before it was fashionable.

Sledding.

Proving by example that kindness is not weakness.

The Sergent family deformity.

Driving me everywhere.

Showing me how to work smart, not hard.

Saving mom from Denny.

Showing me how to shoot.

Connecting me to the world.

Having insulated pliers.

Teaching me loyalty by example.

Showing me that jokes don’t have to be funny to be fun.

Making learning fun.

The PVC robot arm.

Replacing Soundwave.

Showing me what willpower is.

Making toddlers crack up.

Peanut butter sandwiches.

Elderberry jelly.

Showing me how to start a conversation with anyone.

Never judging me.

Putting absolutely everything together.

Breaking the cycle.

The y chromosome that made me so tall.

Showing me how to fix anything.

Letting me “help.”

“Silly.”

Showing me that being a man does not mean being mean.

C.I.M.S.

Remembering what it was to be a boy.

Making me a Borg for Halloween that time.

Letting me buy both when I couldn’t decide which I wanted.

Diablo.

Showing me what real strength means.

Dear Mom

Thanks for….

Bringing me cans of mountain dew when I was being a computer geek for days on end.

Keeping me alive by figuring out how to make broccoli awesome.

Not killing dad even when he really got on your nerves.

For putting up with me after it became clear I was going to very nearly be a clone of my dad.

Trying to play GI Joe.

Showing me that nothing is above being made fun of, not even GI Joes with dumb hair.

Showing me that its ok to get seriously pissed and throw crackers.

Putting up with my complete and utter distrust for the entire concept of medicine when I’m sick.

Having my back against the school system.

Teaching me compassion.

Showing me that my emotions matter.

Putting up with my ranting despite the fact that I’ve attacked virtually everything you believe.

Unblinding my bear.

Buying me a house.

Never suffering fools.

Making hunger a mystery for nearly a decade.

King for a day, day.

Monster spray.

Letting me get you a robot for mother’s day.

Showing me that forgetting is not the same as not caring.

Letting me stay in the pool till my hair turned weird colors.

Packman bologna.

Making those “Best mom in the world.” statues mean something.

Letting me stay up late enough to watch star trek for years on end.

Every time you answered to “MOOOOMMMM!”

Waking me up so I can sleep some more.

Letting me open another one early.

Cleaning my room when you wanted it clean instead of making me do it.

Making my casts tolerable.

Letting me ruin your camera.

Getting my knives back from the fascists.

Being the medic for every random friend I ever had.

Putting up with the string of weirdos I exposed you to.

Letting Papaw show me the guns.

The Christmas coupon countdown calendar.

Making it ok to stand up to morons.

Hiding presents for me at random all over the house.

Teaching me optimism.

Providing proof that a mind can be open and strong simultaneously.

Giving me my very best trait, my ethics.

Showing me that I was not a possession or a pet to be trained.

Introducing me to the three best men on the face of the earth, your dad your brother and your husband.

Sorely testing my position that unconditional love is a myth.

Ending and beginnings

Things change.

Axioms are uncovered, and I find myself with no life’s work anymore.

You cannot be convinced.

Could I honestly talk you into anything you did not already believe?

It comes down to trust, trust in people and trust in your perceptions.

I can’t make you trust me, and without that nothing I say or even show you matters.

You have no choices. You can not be enlightened from without. You either are or are not. Timing is irrelevant and an illusion.

Do you know what things mean? No choices. Who you are as a person is a function of choices you never made, choices made for you at the instant of the universe’s inception.

It’s been said before. This is not news. Electrons behave in a predictable way or a random way. Either way, you choices are the same. Governed, or random, both meaningless with regard to who you are because you do not exist.

I have spent my adult life talking to the dead.

What does a philosopher do when it finds the answer?