n2020  Check-in [78492b5c4a]

Modified n2020.txt from [442837a516] to [a13e266219].

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   475    475   The endless semi-industrial suburbs and overpacked highway traffic ground past her for more than an hour before she pulled off an exit ramp and coasted into Irvine.  It was a shorter trip than usual, despite all the delays.  Traffic flow was just fast enough to give her a little cooling breeze through her window for most of the highway drive.
   476    476   
   477    477   The density of grassy verges, tree lined roadways, and lushly green center divider islands increased as she got closer to the university.  Despite herself, she found her shoulders finally settled, her jaw unclenched, and her breath became smooth and easy through a more relaxed throat.  The directions on her phone were more accurate than usual, and she pulled smoothly into a parking space by the big, blockish, white and glass building she needed.
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   479    479   She was very early, but a grad student must have wanted to leave early, so she got a tablet of questionnaires and forms shoved into her hands immediately.  After she finished them, she sat and read a science fiction novel on her phone for more than an hour.
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   481         -The professor running the study never quite introduced himself, but a name plate on his desk read "Dr. Thaddeus Goulet".  He questioned her about her background, her career and finances, and even her relationships.  The professor chewed on his pen and talked around it while typing her responses into his tablet.
          481  +The professor running the study never quite introduced himself, but a name plate on his desk read "Dr. Thaddeus Goulet".  He questioned her about her background, her career and finances, and even her relationships.  The professor chewed on a stylus and talked around it while typing her responses into his tablet.
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   483    483   He broke off in the middle and said "I find it calming, you know."
   484    484   
   485    485   "What?"
   486    486   
   487    487   "Typing, I mean, instead of letting ANTAS translate it to text."
   488    488   
   489    489   "Oh.  I thought maybe you were doing that to maintain subject privacy."
   490    490   
   491    491   He looked at his tablet and said "Oh, of course.  I guess I do it for that, too."  He resumed questioning her, as if the digression never happened.
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   493         -The exercise finally wound its tedious way to a halt.  The tenured professor -- a status he brought up shortly after the conversation moved from questioning her to talking about the study -- kept chewing on his pen as he scrolled idly through information on the tablet.
          493  +The exercise finally wound its tedious way to a halt.  The tenured professor -- a status he brought up shortly after the conversation moved from questioning her to talking about the study -- kept chewing on his stylus as he scrolled idly through information on the tablet.
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   495    495   He fell silent for a while, still scrolling, and she sat quietly.
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   497    497   "So," he said at last, "tell me more about this digital research job of yours."
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   499    499   "What more do you want to know about it?" she asked.  Her eyes shifted restlessly around the small office, and never quite landed no the professor, now.
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   517    517   "Hmm.  Do you mean tailored research bias?"
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   519    519   "Yeah," she said, and nodded.
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   521    521   "Why haven't you gotten a job doing research for someone?"
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   523    523   "They have unpaid interns for that.  I do a better job than a room full of interns, but corporate managers don't get raises for spending more money on experts when everyone else in their industry settles for intern research."
          524  +
          525  +"Mm-hmm."  He removed his stylus from hismouth and produced a green paisley bandana from a desk drawer.  He proceeded to meticulously dry his saliva from the pen.  "Does that pay well?"
          526  +
          527  +She cocked her head to one side.  "Only occasionally," she admitted.
          528  +
          529  +He smiled.  "You said you're technically comptent, but not in the manner of a technology professional," he said, obviously reading from his tablet.  He looked up at her again.  "Do you program?"
          530  +
          531  +"No," she said.
          532  +
          533  +"Good.  Good."  He tucked the end of his stylus between his teeth again.  As he stuffed the bandana back into its drawer, he asked "Do you know anything about artificial intelligence research?"
          534  +
          535  +She hesitated, then shook her head.  "No, not really."
          536  +
          537  +"I see," he said.  "Well, in case this didn't already get an explanation for you, what we're testing here is an artificial intelligence prioritization assistance system.  Most of what people call artificial intelligence these days is actually a machine learning quantiatative optimizer.  ANTAS is the best known optimizer AI.  These optimizers are given target metrics -- not specific numbers, just the category of a number, like 'profit' instead of 'four million dollars of profit'.  The optimizer performs actions in areas where it has the ability to affect something, like choosing what ad to show a particular person.  It collects statistics about how effectively these actions drive profit growth in the short term, and about trends to help ensure continued growth in the longer term, and alters its own recommendation algorithms to optimize those growth numbers over time.  Does that make sense?"
          538  +
          539  +She nodded.
          540  +
          541  +"The system you'll use is not an optimizer.  It's a prioritizer.  It collects data about specified goals, determines strategies for how best to achieve all stated goals, and provides that information to the user to more effectively pursue those goals."
          542  +
          543  +"Does it just do those things for the user, then?"
          544  +
          545  +"No," he said, "it essentially just collects data and provides advice.  Its ability to gather data is limited, too.  It will have to get that data by watching and listening as you go about your business, taking direct input from you, or filling requests with a short list of University servers here."
          546  +
          547  +"How does it watch, or listen to, what I'm doing?"
          548  +
          549  +He smiled faintly again, and hesitated.  He nodded, more to himself than to her, and swivelled his office chair to face away from her.  He opened a drawer in the open cabinet behind him.  When he turned to face her again, he set a small rectangular box on the desk.  It looked like slick, white product packaging for a high end phone, but utterly blank, as if someone forgot to print branding on it.
          550  +
          551  +He lifted the lid to reveal a pair of eyeshield glasses, the kind of thing people wore on low air quality days so their eyes won't sting.  Younger people wore them pretty much all the time, as did people in the kinds of high-paying jobs where they feel the need to have a visual display of their important business information available at all times.
          552  +
          553  +"Heads up display," he said, confirming her impression, "with integrated cameras for binocular video capture.  There's a microphone in each temple, too, for binaural audio capture.  You can hear by pairing it with your implant."
          554  +
          555  +"I don't have one."
          556  +
          557  +He stared for a moment.  "Oh.  Well.  Neither do I.  It pairs with your phone, anyway, so however you use that should work."
          558  +
          559  +She nodded.  "Okay."
          560  +
          561  +"It can also just talk to you in text, though you should be careful while driving.  There are disclaimers about that kind of thing in the waivers."  He withdrew a tablet from the same desk drawer as his green spit rag, woke it, and tapped through a few screens.  She watched him turn it around and slide it across the desk toward her.  "Here.  You'll need to sign these forms."
          562  +
          563  +She looked at the open form.  She looked up at him.  "Why?"
          564  +
          565  +"Oh, it's just some standard nondisclosure, guarantee of material return, and other legal necessities for joining the study."
          566  +
          567  +"You mean I'm in."
          568  +
          569  +He nodded.  "Of course.  You're an ideal candidate."
          570  +
          571  +"You got that from the questions you asked."
          572  +
          573  +"Yes!"  He smiled a proud, self-satisfied smile."
          574  +
          575  +"You need underachievers who are running out of money, I guess."  She failed to keep a sour note out of her voice.
          576  +
          577  +"Ah, yes, I suppose that's a fair description, if a bit blunt."
          578  +
          579  +"Why?"
          580  +
          581  +"A goal prioritization system should help you become something other than an underachiever without money.  Don't you think so?  We'll chck your progress through proiritizer logs for experimental purposes."
          582  +
          583  +"How do I use it?  What do I need to do with it?"
          584  +
          585  +"Everything you need to know to get started is in the box.  Your direct deposits will begin immediately.  I'm told the funds from your first payment will be available in your account about ten minutes after you apply your signature to the last form on that tablet."  He tapped the tablet's bezel.  "Of course, if you violate the terms of the study, the money must all be refunded."
          586  +
          587  +Alley's eyes slid down to the first form page displayed on the tablet.  "Okay," she said.
          588  +
          589  +"You can sign digitally using any standard signing service, or on the screen."  He removed his stylus from his mouth again, and offered it.
          590  +
          591  +She looked at its glistening dampness.  "No, thanks.  I'll use D-Sign."