An artificial intelligence will be able to warn me if statistically I risk sudden death, the Echoes.

We’re talking about a letter…

That I may receive one day,

tell me the Echoes, coming from Social Security, a letter which will tell me that I am statistically in danger of death and that it would be good for me to make an appointment with my general practitioner. And this letter will have been inspired by an artificial intelligence, which knowing my health data, my life course, the medications I take, that I have taken, my dental crowns, my medical consultations, my examinations, will have concluded that I am eligible for sudden death – this heart failure that mows down people in apparently good health and on which cardiologists stumble. But there.

Medical researchers, statisticians, computer scientists, data experts have attempted what the skeptical philosophers of antiquity called the Epoche : they decided to remain a moment without opinion on sudden death, they no longer calculated the logic of cardio, but modestly contemplated the dead. Health insurance lent its treasure – our health data, we fed the computers of the Ecole Polytechnique with data from 350,000 inhabitants of Paris and the surrounding area, 50,000 of whom had suffered cardiac arrest, and we reeled; three years of incredible work of human brains and associated processors. To give you an idea, an average social security holder would carry 10 to the power of 30,000 medical information…

But finally we are almost there. The algorithm is able to predict who, in the population, has more than 90% risk of sudden death next year, we will compare these predictions to reality, the AI ​​can even establish a scale of risk on everyone – the path to personalized prevention – that my doctor will prescribe to me, if one day, I receive this letter.

Healing science atmosphere therefore for this new year, of which the Parisian promises me wonders, the proof by Romeo 7 months who no longer whistles since we tested an anti-bronchiolitis vaccine on him…

Liberation too strives to save the health of rugby players whose brains rattle in the cranial box to the rhythm of the shocks of the veneers of the blows… Terrible human and legal subject carried by Sarah Chlagou 25 years old, former second line and Quentin Garcia 31 years old, formerly hooker both very beautiful hieratic, both marked….

But I also read that a necklace come from the United States could save us from concussions. the Q collar199 dollars, already used in American football, exerts pressure on the jugular veins located at the back of the neck, which increases the volume of blood in the brain, which thus moves less in the cranium when the head is struck – the necklace was inspired by woodpeckers, birds that compress their blood to maintain the brain when they hit their beak against a tree…

On the Ouest-France website I see other ingenious men repairing boxers, cauterizing their cuts and bleeding between two rounds, with cotton swabs ice compresses, a war on wounds, we train the cutmen in a gym in Aubervilliers you shouldn’t skimp on Vaseline and you have to stay calm, not panic the battered boxer who can’t see his face…

On the Slate website I learn that certain hops from good beers could prevent alzheimer’s disease, it’s chemistry, the antioxidants in these hops prevent nasty proteins from settling in the body… I summarize slate which summarizes Discover magazine , which takes up a review of chemical neuroscience, you will have the links, but in advance Prosit, health…

We also talk about wine…

That we drink less and less, and the wine sector, 500,000 jobs, is worried about it and its concern is reflected in the Echos again,

and especially in the Figaro… It is not today that the consumption of wine is decreasing in France, but in reality, says Le Figaro, it is a culture that would slip away from us, that of family meals where we timidly dip her lips in the rounded glass, on the advice of an expert adult… The transmission has broken; those under 35 prefer beer – at least they will escape Alzheimer’s, but what’s the point of remembering if you’ve forgotten everything…

So those are our memory lapses. Sometimes we conjure

Le Figaro again

and the cross in beautiful headlines and beautiful pages pages want to preserve the memory of Benedict XVI; this theologian who became pope, who was not made for power, in a troubled time, haunted as he was by the advent of a world without culture – these two newspapers are not Christians of the same shade, but they render

the smile so sweet of a man who, his successor Francis says, practiced theology on his knees – in the sense that before thinking about God, he really believed… Can I envy him.

In the Voix du Nord I see merry men who celebrated the new year at the top of a slag heap in Haillicourt and from up there thought of the old ones who went down to the mines…

On the site of the World I read a beautiful forum signed by three anthropologists, who defend traditional hunts that are so often threatened… But these hunts for thrush blackbirds, trapping with glue or snares and nets testify to a genius of the people, of the peasantry that has always been there, “in the Ardennes the thrushes are captured with only a branch of buckthorn, three braided stallion hairs, and rowan berries for bait” – and these hunts have always been taxed with cruelty by the ruling classes, who hunted with weapons fire – our ecologists who castigate the fowlers continue without the savor an old class struggle.

We finally talk about children…

Who are watching us

in progress and who have just spent their last night in shelter… They had been housed with their families in a Lyon gymnasium since mid-December, the State was to take over to offer solutions, nothing is ready, the street is waiting for these kids. Good year. In the Dispatch you will read the concern of social activists in Aveyron, the only department of Occitanie which will experiment this year with the RSA under condition…

On the front page of the Lorraine Republican takes the look of Maxime Brochain, French volunteer soldier in Ukraine, where he lost a foot, he wants to go back to fight.

I tell myself that Christophe Forcari, would have been able to say this man, he who has just died, a wonderful colleague who in Liberation, a left-wing newspaper, displayed his military loves and featured a melancholy scholar, he had a sadness in his eye and he had cold in our world…

Look at it in his diary he was beautiful.

The same Liberation reminds us – always in memory – of Monique Wittig, who died twenty years ago, a feminist activist and author of a panache book, “the Lesbian Body”, she was the first to politicize sexual preferences.

She also wrote in her brolot these amorous verses.

“I swallowed your arm, it’s clear weather, warm sea. The sun is getting into your eyes.”

Envy who knows how to love.

We want to say thanks to the author of this short article for this remarkable content

An artificial intelligence will be able to warn me if statistically I risk sudden death, the Echoes.


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