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3) Shows that such algorithms have been considered, and even written. However, we do not know if they have ever been implemented (apparently not in your apartment building).
I can say from personal experience that they are in fact implemented at Empire, One World Trade 2.0, Sears (I still can't call it Willis) Tower, and the John Hancock Centre.
Large commercial buildings almost always use daypart-based predictive recall. I cannot understand why residential buildings do not.
There's a place in my mother's house down in FL which is like that. It's a spot where a vaulted ceiling meets a flat ceiling and a wall. They missed it by about half an inch.
She's lived there for 20 years and had never noticed it. I pointed it out a few years ago when I was down at Christmastime, and now it bugs the hell out of her. In order to "fix" it, you'd have to lay a whole second layer of sheetrock across one side of the entire vaulted portion of the whole living room ceiling (which is quite large), but then that'd cause the opposite situation on the other end of the room where the vaulted living room ceiling intersects the vaulted kitchen ceiling. It's a problem that became basically unfixable the instant the framing was covered over.
A friend of mine, who I generally respect, just spent a bunch of money to have his dog cremated and interred within a fancy wooden display box.
When my bestest little fuzzbutt friend Lexi died several years ago, my sister put it in a shoebox wrapped in a grocery bag and stuck it in the freezer, forgot about it for several years, and finally got around to digging a hole in the back yard and tossing the whole dog-shoebox-shopping bag combo into it.
I don't feel robbed, as though Tyson is somehow better off than Lexi. They're both pretty much equally dead.
Haven't quite reached the same bonding stage with Milosevic, the replacement chihuahua. But we'll get there. She finally fell asleep on my lap, paws-up, this past Christmas. Hard when you're only around a few weeks per year.