Sandisk’s Numbers, and My Aunt Mildred

Apparently, all this artificial intelligence everyone keeps talking about – the kind that’s going to steal our jobs and write better poetry than us – requires a lot of storage. A lot. Like, enough to make the Library of Congress look like a pamphlet. And Sandisk, it turns out, makes the things that store all that…stuff. Data, I think they call it. It’s all very technical, and frankly, I’d rather be sorting through old photographs. They had more personality.







