Author: Santiago Arambulo
AndrewID: sarambul
The world’s in 3D, yet machines still crawl,
They capture the pieces, but not the whole wall.
Point clouds are scattered, like stars in the night,
Hard to connect them, to see shapes right.
The cost is a mountain, the memory’s steep,
Each voxel they render puts systems to sleep.
Real-time is a dream they can’t quite achieve,
Too heavy the burden, too slow to retrieve.
One dataset works, the next leaves them lost,
Generalization comes at a cost.
They overfit quickly, can’t shift their domain,
New tasks require building models again.
Noise in the sensors, shadows that hide,
Occlusion cuts deep, the truth pushed aside.
A chair half-seen might look like a wall,
The net makes a guess and the guess makes it fall.
So here we stand, with progress in sight,
The methods are clever, but not yet right.
We need them more stable, more swift, more wise,
To truly see depth with unclouded eyes.