Black and white cat

 

Royal Mail has taken a nosedive. 

We have one item due for express delivery over a week ago, which has become lost in their tracking system,. I've also been trying to send an item and have tried maybe 15 times now without success. It gets all the way to payment and with a variety of cards and techniques, it always fails. The site says it is up and running, but it clearly isn't. 

And yes, I have sent plenty of parcels including with home collection without trouble in the past.  This time it beggars belief.

Preparation

Monday at the Lab and I'm expecting to go into the new area for experiments. It doesn't happen and I realise they are going to 'condition' me first.

Rolf explains about the test rig and the special hand-held controller. It was something that I'd already gleaned from Matt's description. I noticed Matt was not present at my briefings and I wondered if they had kept us apart by way of a 'control' test.

Juliette was only present for the first day and I'm pretty sure that was to keep me convinced I had made a good decision. The other two technicians were named Luc Klemm and Chloé Kammacher and both were native Swiss. They were both full-time Brant employees but both admitted they had both only worked in the facility for around three months. I sensed they knew the Lab protocol, but I wouldn't be able to get much additional information from them.

I ask Chloé, "So what do you know about the Cyclone?" It was about as open-ended as I could make it.

"Not much," she says, "Except that you will be trialling it for us."

"What about the other location?"

"What other location? Do you mean the place in Norway?" she answered, "I've never been to Bodø."

"No, I meant the other site here in Geneva?"

"No, I think this is the main one, right here, I've certainly never heard of another one."

I ask Luc the same questions and his replies were similar except he had some additional information about Bodø.

"It's got a really cool tidal current - the Saltstraumen. Before I started here, I was on a Brant research trip looking at wildlife inside the Arctic Circle and we travelled to Bodø. I saw a sea eagle there. Magnificent birds."

Fascinating, but not really helping with my current task. Except I realised Brant had another lab in Bodø. I had to look up Bodø one evening when I was back at the apartment. It is about two-thirds of the way 'up' Norway facing out to the North Sea. 

I didn't really learn too much new during the week. The tests were about putting on the Cyclone and managing the contrôle de sécurité (safety controller). I wondered why they had called it that rather than, say, 'régulateur'.

Amy asks me about AI cases and persuades me to set up a 'persona' on the Brant system. It was a two part operation, one half to set up the characteristics of the AI, and the second part to create an Augmented Reality likeness.

There are some simple questions. Should it resemble a male or female  form?  What age? Then the inevitable form of the Persona. Its Presence. I fill in a  few gaps. I decide to give it blue hair, to make it easily recognisable. I decide to ask it a series of questions to see how realistic its behaviour is. I name it Luka in the form of a female. I designate it as 'friend', but I notice it changes itself repeatedly to 'girlfriend'.  

There was not much more to do. The process to create the AI had begun.

Juliette

Sunday morning, and I'm wondering what I've agreed to. I thought I'd visit the Lab, where I can read the test results from Cyclone 3, based upon a special access which Amy provided for me.

I'd forgotten that the bus doesn't run at the weekend, but the stop is by Geneva Bel-Air, which is a kind of transit interchange, so there were plenty of taxis around.

As I am driven to the Lab, I ponder the situation. It sounds straightforward enough. Put on the Cyclone and run some tests. Everyone else seems to be okay because of the tests and I've had Matt's account as well. The difference will be that this is the Cyclone 3. I just hope I can make it work.

I enter the Lab and see that Juliette Häberli is also present. 

"Hi, Oliver," she says," I guess you are doing some homework? I believe Amy was giving you some new things to revise."

I realise Juliette must be in on what is happening. She looks as if she is involved in some kind of complicated test protocol. I walk towards her.

"Juliette, if you know about my situation, I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Sure," she says, "But not here though." 

She holds a small box towards me, and I realise she is gesturing to the Lab monitoring system. I make busy with the box, unplugging wires and then plugging them in again. To someone monitoring it will look as if I've just been assisting her.

"Read your files for a couple of hours, then we can leave here. I'll drive you," she whispers.

I move back to my area and sit at a screen reading the test reports form other Cyclone 3 users. It is consistent with Matt's description of the Cyclone 2 and no-one gets even close to a full speed interface. I decide that the tests I'll be running are probably doomed to failure. Mercifully, there don't appear to be any side effects either.

***

Juliette meets me in the lobby. Her car is already outside. She blips it as we walk over, speaking, "You know I'm studying the same disciplines as you? Theory of Mind and its applicability to Human Computer Interfaces." 

 I reply, "Not just theory of mind, but the susceptibility of the mind to modifiers. Like in those old US Army experiments with LSD. We need to know what could happen if the mind was influenced by a strong external force."

Juliette comments, "Yes but be careful you don't turn out to be the little boy in the cage. That's what happened to Dr. Van Murray Sim, the founder of Edgewood Arsenal - where the US experiment took place. Sim had the status of a minor military legend. The clinical research at Edgewood was conducted on soldier volunteers, recruited from around the country. Once Sim allowed self experiments he entered the chain of events that removed him from being the head of the laboratory. He was just a little boy in a cage."

I nod, "I agree it was a famous case. Even as Sim was being heralded before Congress, he was running a series of remarkable LSD experiments, designed to administer drugs to people who had no idea that they were getting them. But in this way, Sim helped guide the arsenal’s clinical research into the murky world of intelligence, interrogation, even torture. The work was given a special code name, Material Testing Program EA 1729, and kept secret at least until recent events. I'm concerned that Brant isn't on a similar course."

Juliette smiles, "Theory of Mind can be about the assessment of an individual human's capacity for empathy and understanding of others. One pattern of behaviour that is typically exhibited is being able to attribute—to another or oneself—mental states such as beliefs, intents, desires, emotions, and knowledge. That's why Matt was so shaken by the rat experiment."

 I agree, "Yes, you are right. And I'm looking at whether machines can possess similar attributes, or whether those attributes in an organism can override a machine. By his account to me, Matt was overridden by the rat when it wanted to get to the food."

Juliette offers her opinion, "For a being or a machine, possessing a functional theory of mind is crucial for success in everyday human social interactions and used when analysing, judging, and inferring others' behaviours." 

I shrugged, "It is more behavioural. The AIs designed at the moment mimic human responses but are easily led off course. You can confound them by simply changing topic. They don't remember context."

Juliette continued; she was still looking at me intently. "I agree the more primitive systems like ChatGPT and TensorFlow have this challenge. But layer in Theory of Mind and you can see differences. Brant has been using these ideas in Platoon Bravo and you'll see the systems pulling away."

She just mentioned the same secret group that Amy showed me. She must be an insider.

"But how do they show themselves?" I ask.

"It is still mainly scripted at present. There's been some attempts to make an Augmented Reality Bot but the real testing is of scripted interactions with an AI.

"You're telling me that Brant has made the AI work more convincingly than most of the stuff in the public domain?" I ask.

"Yes. If you start a conversation and then switch to something else, most conventional AI is confounded. It will jump to the new topic and forget the original one." 

Juliette explains, "With Brant's Cognate system, which is a component of RightMind, then you can hold several contexts positioned at different points. A simple example would be discussing a cake recipe, how to fix a car tyre, discussing Shakespeare' Sonnets and having a heart-to-heart about whether to visit the in-laws next weekend."

"It can hold bookmarks for the progress on each separate dialogue?"

"Exactly. A regular AI handles one thing at a time. Usually to a depth of about five. It is still enough to convince most people that it is sentient."

"I've seen that. Just keep asking it why? And it will eventually forget what it is talking about and change the subject."

"Yes, the early versions used to send dubious photographs of themselves after about five or six levels. It was a way to distract the primarily male gaze."

We both laugh. 

"Yes, I've seen that. So blatant!" 

"But why is it limited to text-based interchange? Is it related to speed?"

"Exactly. The processing of the system is still running slow. We can't understand why an Exascale is reduced to a crawl and until we can fix it, then we can't move to the next stage."

I wonder whether to mention Matt's friend, but the Juliette does.

Artificial: Amy's secret place

Saturday morning, around 10 o' clock and the Apartment entry phone rings. I go to the TV-access control and can see Amy van den Leiden standing outside. She holds up a bag, which I can see she has brought from the bakery. The good one near to our apartment block.

"Amy?" I say startled, "Come on up!"

I look around the room, which is mercifully tidy. The Batmaids came around yesterday and provided a full-service clean up, thanks to Aude.

I'd not been around much in-between and I'd even put my laundry away.

A couple of minutes later, Amy appears and I can see that she is carrying not just the patisseries but also a couple of cups of divine-smelling coffee in one of those pulp-paper trays.

"I remembered you take your coffee the same as me," she begins and sweeps into the kitchen area to put everything down.

"Er-welcome!" I say and look at this impromptu breakfast. 

"I wanted to see you away from the office," she explains, "There is something I need to discuss. I didn't want the others to know I was making this arrangement."

That would explain the clandestine surprise, but I still don't know what it is.

"Oliver, we know you are a specialist in Artificial Intelligence and Augmented Reality. It is because of that we are asking you to do some tests for us. We have been testing the Cyclone 2 and its interfaces and making steady progress. Your colleague Matt Nicholson has been directly involved in the tests od C2 and his feedback is good. We think there will now be a way to link between a computer and a human interface. If so we will have achieved HCCI - Human to Computer to Computer Interfacing."

"I see, but if you are making progress, then how do I fit in?"

"You are the domain expert of AI and AR on our team. Frankly, you are also younger than Rolf and Schmiddi. That applies to brain plasticity."

"Yes but neuroplasticity peaks at five years old and by twenty-five, the typical brain has become rather set in its ways," I explain.

"I partially agree," says Amy, "But in your case, there is continued growth. We noticed it when we ran the tests during your induction to Brant. It means you are ideally placed to assist us with the Cyclone 3 testing. Don't worry, it is still non-intrusive, but means we are layering in two different technologies. It is the most advanced Cyclone variant here and way ahead of anything else disclosed in the Literature."

She was referring to the huge body of scientific papers around AI and brain research.

"The thing is, we have already been testing the Cyclone 3, and we can see hw it works but we need to 'send someone in' who can self-diagnose the current issues around performance."

I wondered if I should let on that I knew the Cyclone 2 was too darn slow, based upon what Matt had told me, but I decided it was better to keep quiet about it. Anyway, if what Matt says was true then his buddy would be along soon to try to speed things up and this problem may go away of its own volition. 

Amy continues, "There is something else I want to tell you about." She pauses, "This part is sensitive and deeply confidential. I shoulder remind you that you signed a series of confidentiality agreements during your enrolment."

I'm wondering what comes next.

"We have a facility where we hold a group of volunteers. They are all ex militia and have come to us of their own free will. They still get the same pay that they would in the military, but are assured that they will not be placed in harm's way. They are called Platoon Bravo "

"So are they guinea pigs? For Cyclone 3?" I ask.

"Yes, Oliver, you are correct. We have around 35 people enlisted into our special group. It's about the same size as a platoon and run by a lieutenant then further divided into sections, squads and teams, with corresponding control structures. I was planning to take you to see them today. My car is in the car park."

"Okay, I take it they are on the campus somewhere?"

"They are, but discreetly hidden away in a quiet corner and in accommodation which looks like regular housing. Behind the row of neat housing is what can only be described as a building site. I'd say it was messy by Swiss standards, with diggers, concrete pipes, metal skips, trenches and semi-demolished houses. Incongruously, a couple of tanks are also parked in the area.

"It's a practice zone," explains Amy.

"For what?" I ask, "World War Three?" 

"In a manner of speaking, yes," answers Amy.

We pull up outside a small shop. Amy leads the way.

We enter, and she takes me to the back, where there is an elevator. We step inside and she presses the button. It takes us down. I realise we are going underground. 

The doors open, and we are in a spacious corridor. She turns left and we walk toward some steel doors. She flips an electronic key from around her neck and we enter through the doors.

Nothing could have prepared me for the sight. A brightly-lit aircraft-hanger-sized space, with a machined stainless steel floor. Varied military hardware spread around as well as regular cars, vans and trucks. There was also an intense scurrying of workers, mostly dressed in military uniforms. 

"This is where the magic happens," starts Amy.

"These people have all been processed by Cyclone 3. They still wear the Cyclone 3 helmets, which give upon them certain extra skills."

"Bit I thought you said the Cyclone 3 interface was too slow to be effective?" 

"That would be astute of you, but I guess you picked that information up from someone else, maybe Rolf or even Matt?"

I remember it was Matt that had told me - during our quiet lunch together.

"Monday we will want you to trial the Cyclone 3, and to see if you can work out why it is underperforming. I brought you here today to show you that these people have undergone Cyclone 3 trials and are still fully functional!"

"So why are you keeping them in this special area?

She looks at me earnestly, "We want to isolate them for a long period, maybe one year during which we can be pretty sure that they will not be spied upon by anyone else. They have been given a mission here. They are building a habitable recreation of the Mars surface."

"But it's a decoy mission?" I ask.

She nods, "Yes, they need to have something to keep themselves occupied  along with a common goal. Mars is it. Between you and me, I think Jupiter's moons are a more useful target, but they are too far away to consider at present."

"Okay, say I'm in? What happens?"

"First you get a large bonus payment, paid immediately to a bank of your choosing. Then, in eight weeks, you will received a further bonus if you stay in the program. Your option to continue on similar terms occurs after every eight weeks." 

"Is it the same for the people already here?"

"Not exactly. They have annual renewal options. You are a special case. We can tidy the paperwork and make the first payment tomorrow. I don't need to remind you of the confidentiality of this?"

"Let's shake. Agreed," I say.

Potentate?

I'm not so sure about what is happening with this Monarchy thing. I was happy enough about Charles when he married Diana, but then I didn't know about his side-bet on Camilla. 

I remember being in a busy London the day before the wedding, with people already getting in position and the cranes displaying messages like 'Good Luck Chaz and Di'. Just simple philandering as Andrew would probably phrase it. 

 I also find it strange that the Duke of Edinburgh could be married to Queen Elizabeth with never a hint of 'King' and yet Charles's moll gets made straight up to Queen status. 

But she knows how to consort in more ways than one. I remember their appearance at the Ritz when it all first came out- she wearing her Glady and Fred jewellery. I was driving by and witnessed it first hand, the fifty or so photographers there, outside the side door to the Ritz.

Stage managed, or what? Then there's the cost of it all. I'm sure the Coronation of Elizabeth was a great morale booster after WW II, but I'm not so sure that two golden carriages with air conditioning are needed for the to and fro walking distance for the installation of the new guy. 

Especially in these times of economic hardship, although maybe Shell will sponsor the Coronation? They can hand the money to Charles in unmarked notes in a few carrier bags. 

He's received cash that way before, after all. 

I guess I'm conflicted by this whole thing.

Backfill

I've been busy for the last few weeks and the blog has taken a back seat. I've decided to do one of my occasional backfills with some of the things we've been doing.

I'll include:

• Peaky Blinders
• House on Fire
• My adventures with AI
• The current novel - Artificial, which is still about 50 pages from complete.
• I'm sure there will be other things too.

Artificial: C15 Cafe Zmittag

The week passed and I heard that Matt had been testing the Cyclone helmet. He was using the Cyclone 2 variant. On Friday, I spotted him at Zmittag in the Brant cafe and thought I would ask him about it.

 

"Hey, Matt, I see you are into the Swiss lunches! What's that?"

 

"Hey, Oliver! Yes it's Rösti mit Wurst. More like an Irish meal than a full Swiss. It's so confusing here calling lunch Zmittag but then serving daily French dishes!"

 

"That's an outrider, then?"

 

"Yes, I'm all Tartifletted out! The Swiss like their cheese, don't they? I see you have the Papet Vadois. Looks good?

 

Yes, its leeks and potatoes with a hint of sausage - it reminds me, bizarrely, of Colcannon."

 

"I can see how you'd make that connection."

 

We both smile and then I ask him.

 

"So tell me about your week. I hear you have been under the Cyclone?" 

 

He looks around but we are in a quiet corner.

 

"It was trippy. I was given the Cyclone - the Cyclone 2, actually. I'm not sure now how they persuaded me to wear it, but Juliette had hinted that there were many other human testers. I've also got form with brain stimulation. I used it for a time to help me concentrate at Uni. But that really is another story.

 

"The helmet fitted me surprisingly well and I was given a controller as a kind of safety thing to help me turn it off. You know how on trains they have 'fail-safe' speed controllers? The same idea only it looked like a Scalextric toy car racing set controller."

 

He squinted and I was aware he was trying to recount the experience accurately.

 

"They wanted me to attempt to converse with a live rat or maybe even operate it. I guess I was the guinea pig! I pressed the plunger and a small dial shot around into the green. My mind, via the Cyclone, was now connected via cables to the rat's central nervous system. To begin with, nothing else happened. The rat continued rooting around in its cage and I couldn't feel anything different."

 

He pauses and there is an intensity as I see his eyes widen.

 

"Then suddenly, I was over an abyss. My brain had emptied, and I had no thoughts - probably the first time that my inner monologue had stopped. I felt drained. 

 

"The rat was now motionless. I tried to lift my left leg, and I saw the rat do the same. Then the right. My entire brain was given over to controlling a small rodent. 

 

"Then the rat jumped." 

 

I jumped in my seat in the canteen as he said it, causing the table items to rattle noisily.

 

"I was overcome with a flood of emotion. Food. The rat could see a small food container placed in the experiment area. A big Mac. I felt myself being operated on and dragged to where the food was. The rat ate the corner of the burger. I felt good."

 

He pauses again, then picks up, "Another adrenaline rush. A second rat, larger than the first one, was now in the experiment area and had seen the food. It was going to fight me to secure the food for itself."

 

"More adrenaline. I gripped the controller harder, ready for the fight. It didn't come. I'd overloaded, and the system had thrown me out. I could feel my own natural thoughts returning and also saw Juliette lifting the second rat from the experimental area and placing it in a separate cage. We checked my heartbeat afterwards and it was running at 220 bpm."

 

"Intense," I say, "Hardcore thrash metal speed."

 

"Too right. But my entire worldview was reduced to that of the rat."

 

"What about your own 'self' - were you aware of it?" I ask.

 

Matt replies, "No - after I'd adjusted to the headgear - or the headgear had adjusted to me - I felt my whole conscious drawing away. I literally had no thoughts. I was running on reflex. When the rat looked still and I moved it by moving my left and right legs - it used my entire thought capacity. 

 

"But then, when food appeared, the rat could drive itself, but after it had eaten some, I felt good. And then I felt agitated when the second rat appeared like I was ready to fight for the burger. It got too intense, I pressed the button too far involuntarily and the system ejected me."

 

"They say that it was far more than they had expected to get from the first session."

 

I ask, "So it looks as if the system was operating 'two-way'?"

 

"Most definitely, although when the rat's instinct for the food took over I was unable to override it. Maybe it is because I was surprised by the whole experience."

 

"What about the rat afterwards?" I ask.

 

"It just went back to its normal behaviour, no doubt pleased to have acquired a Big Mac in the process."

 

He pauses, I notice his eyes flickering. "I was thinking about how much spare brain capacity there is which could be used for something gainful."

 

"You mean like the insertion of AI into the 'gap'?'

 

"Kinda, but we would also need to restore the normal function of the 'human' end of the Cyclone."

 

"I see. Instead of using the system to interface to a rat, make the same 'two-way' communications capable of connecting to an AI device?"

 

"Yes. Now it turns out that the lab can already do that using the Levi Spillmann operating system, but it all runs too slowly. I've asked my buddy from England to come over to take a look. I think Spillmann 'slugged' the system.

 

"Slugged it - what deliberately make it go slow?" I ask.

 

"Yes, but I've been looking at it and think there's a digital key to unlock fast processing. Heck - we are running this on an Exascale computer."

 

"Something else," says Matt, "I think the rush of adrenaline I experienced is important. I suspect that the Cyclone can trip different sensations. If it can trip Seratonin - for mood management and Dopamine for 'feel good', Oxytocin for the  'warm and fuzzies/loved-up', and Adrenaline - for self-preservation, then we have a complete in-built rewards system.

 

"Who have you told?" I ask, "I suspect this needs to be handled carefully."

 

"Yeah, that's what I thought too. Look, I trust Juliette Häberli and have explained it to her. Between just us two - I've become a 'rather good friend' of Juliette."

 

"Your secret is safe; does anyone else at the lab know?"

 

"No one."

 

"What about Simon?"

 

"No. I think Simon asks too many questions. Also remember he is close to Bérénice Charbonnier, who is something of a news hound."

 

"I don't think she would like to be referred to that way," I chuckle.

 

"No, I mean she will hunt down any good stories, so my advice is to be careful around both Simon and Bérénice."

Artificial: C14 I meet Matt at the bus stop.

Monday and I'm waiting at the bus stop. I'd been told that the crowds of tourists thinned in September, but I can see little evidence of it. I spot Simon and who I take to be Matt Nicholson coming forward. 

"Hey Oliver meet Matt and vice-versa," says Simon stepping back to let us greet one another.

 

"You are both newbies here and have travelled from the same town in Ireland," I can see Simon is enjoying this. The bus arrives and together with around a dozen or so others we file on and take seats. Simon joins Matt and I sit in a third seat across the gangway from the two of them. The noise of the bus makes conversation across the gangway difficult, so I settle down to read whilst the other two chat animatedly. I can see Matt has the same wonder that I exhibited all of a week ago when I joined Brant.

 

We soon enter the Brant campus and then Simon bids his farewells as he gets off at an earlier stop. I cross over the gangway to sit next to Matt and we carry on toward the Research block. 

 

"You'll be held up there," I explain, "It will probably take a couple of hours to process you and then someone will collect you from the entrance area, probably Amy van der Leiden. She's the boss of our team and protects us from the wilder excesses of Brant Corporate," I explain.

 

Matt smiles, "The corporate electromagnet can be switched on at any time." 

 

I laugh, "Yes we are all ruled by spreadsheets and corporate magnets."

 

There is a hiss as the driver pulls up and opens the doors at the front and middle of the bus. 

 

"Good luck!" I whisper to Matt.

 

"Thanks," he replies, pulling a small day sack from the overhead space on our bus.

 

Weirdly, I didn't see him again until the next morning, when he looks the worse for wear. He'd been out on his first evening with Schmiddi and Rolf and had maybe tried a little too hard with the local beers. Simon found some tablets to give him, for what must have been a monster headache.

 

I spent Tuesday with Rolf, working out some new sensor designs, whilst Matt spent the day with Juliette Häberli. They seemed to spend a lot of time talking about cats. Matt's evening extended into one with Juliette and I noticed how quickly they had become good friends.

 

I could tell that Matt was quickly comfortable with the Geneva life. I'd had to have some me-time at the end of the first week, but Matt seemed to be ready for whatever came his way. 

 

But at the end of the week, he completely disappeared.  From Saturday morning until Monday. Simon was uncontactable and I wondered whether Simon and Matt were somehow involved in something together. 

 

The next Monday we had a big team meeting in the Research Lab to compare notes about last week and then to begin to prepare a series of experiments for the new week. I was somewhat dismayed to hear everyone in the lab discussing the defective components in the makeup of the Cyclone helmet. 

 

Amy cut in, "Yes; that is the difficulty. Kjeld Nikolajsen wants us to push to get the Human to Computer link designed and is not prepared to listen to arguments about parts of the system being defective. He thinks that any kinks can be ironed out later in the design and marketing process."

 

Schmiddi spoke again, "I was looking at the reports from Selexor. They seem to have a good PR firm. Harry Stensen, Selexor’s chief technology officer, said that the criticism of Createl is uninformed and that most AI researchers have a limited understanding of the psychology behind how workers think and behave."

 

Schmiddi continued, "Stensen compared the Createl algorithms’ ability to boost hiring outcomes with medicine’s improvement of health outcomes and said the science backed him up. The system, he argued, is still more objective than the flawed metrics used by human recruiters, whose thinking he called the 'ultimate black box.'"

 

We all watched Schmiddi reading his report on his laptop, “ 'People are rejected all the time based on how they look, their shoes, how they tucked in their shirts and how ‘hot’ they are,' Stensen told The Washington Post. 'Algorithms eliminate most of that in a way that hasn’t been possible before. The AI doesn’t explain its decisions or give candidates their assessment scores, which Stensen called 'not relevant.' 

 

Rolf asked, "Wasn't Stensen the man who said, 'When 1,000 people apply for one job, 999 people are going to get rejected, whether a company uses AI or not.' ?"

 

Juliette added, "Yes, in the literature for my psychology work I see increasingly regular quotes that these inscrutable algorithms have forced job seekers to confront a new interview anxiety.

 

"An example, from right here at Brant: Lilja Jussila, a University of Connecticut senior studying math and economics said she researched Selexor and did her best to dazzle the job-interview machine. Lilja answered confidently and in the time allotted. She used positive keywords. She smiled, often and wide."

 

Juliette continued, "But when she didn’t get the job, she couldn’t see how the computer had rated her or ask how she could improve, and she agonised over what she had missed. Had she not looked friendly enough? Did she talk too loudly? What did the AI hiring system believe she had gotten wrong?"

 

"So what were the reasons?" I asked.

 

Juliette remembered, “Lilja said that maybe one of the reasons she didn’t get it was that she spoke a little too naturally. She didn't use enough big, fancy words. It's like not 'playing the game'.”

 

"I remember the case," said Amy, "It made it to the top because we were really desperate to hire someone with Lilja's skill-set. My theory was that it was simply her international Finnish-sounding name that threw her out."

 

Schmiddi added, "Selexor said its system dissects the tiniest details of candidates’ responses — their facial expressions, their eye contact and perceived “enthusiasm” — and compiles reports companies can use in deciding whom to hire or disregard."

 

He was still reading from the laptop report, "Job candidates aren’t told their score or what little things they got wrong, and they can’t ask the machine what they could do better. It's claimed that it would be the first stage of gaming the system. Human hiring managers can use other factors, beyond the Selexor score, to decide which candidates pass the first-round test."

 

Rolf added, "The advertising says that Selexor employs superhuman precision and impartiality to zero in on an ideal employee, picking up on tell-tale clues a recruiter might miss. Here:"

 

He handed out a flyer advertising Selexor. It was a photocopy of a page from Winners magazine:

 

Selexor

 

Selexor’s prospects have cemented it as the leading player in the brave new world of semi-automated corporate recruiting. It can save employers a fortune on in-person interviews and quickly cull applicants deemed below the standard. Selexor says it also allows companies to see candidates from an expanded hiring pool: Anyone with a phone and Internet connection can apply. 

 

Armanis Winterhall, Selexor’s chief industrial-organisational psychologist, told Winners magazine the standard 30-minute Selexor assessment includes half a dozen questions but can yield up to 500,000 data points, all of which become ingredients in the person’s calculated score.

 

The employer decides the written questions, which Selexor’s system then shows the candidate while recording and analysing their responses. The AI assesses how a person’s face moves to determine, for instance, how excited someone seems about a certain work task or how they would behave around angry customers. 

 

Those 'Raw Response Units,' Winterhall said, can make up around a third of a person’s score; the words they say and the 'audio features' of their voice, like their tone, make up the rest.

 

'Humans are inconsistent by nature. They inject their subjectivity into the evaluations,' Winterhall said. 'But AI can data analyse what the human processes in an interview, without bias. And humans are now believing in machine decisions over human feedback.' 

 

Now we were getting somewhere. Coming into my specialism. Artificial Intelligence and Augmented Reality.

Review of David Tennant in 'Good'

We attended the NFT play 'Good' with David Tennant. 

I thought it was both fascinating and revolting in equal measure (!) 

It was a chilling yet brilliant study of the corruption of Germany by the Nazis, with a stealthy creeping backdrop. The absorbed Professor (Halder?) seemed to have other things closer to the foreground, with his poor demented Mother and then the rather typical mid-life crisis of a man with a spare woman/wife. That he could betray his best Jewish friend Maurice so thoroughly and convince himself that he was acting correctly just added to the tension.

I didn't know anything about CP Taylor until this show, but seeing him and watching his own intensity of movement illustrated someone with a lot going on inside. I said I found the first half constructed like a complex mechanical clock.

For me, it was a masterclass in the subconscious, with Taylor editing all the individual tracks together, including 4th wall breaks when needed.

The casting (Tennant and the woman - Sharon Small) was excellent and the hallucinations of the story drifting through characters were difficult to pull off yet well executed. The lighting brought a Riefenstahl drama to the bunker where the play appeared to be set. Stripes of red lights etc (Triumph of the Will etc.).

I thought, even from the outset, that the set proposed the inside of gas chambers, but maybe I was wrong about that. What was plain though was the incremental matter-of-factness of the march toward the terrible Holocaust. Tennant's character didn't believe in anything by the end. Just what was good for himself.

Artificial : C13 SImon Gray tells me about Matt

Sunday. 10 in the morning. I'm in the apartment making coffee when there is a knock on the door.

 

"Hey Man!" it is Simon Gray. "We missed you yesterday!"

 

"Oh, Simon, come on in, I'm making some coffee."

 

"Yes - we celebrated jeûne genevois yesterday, which translates to 'Genevan Fast' in English. It was around at Bradley Floyd and Jennifer Hansen's apartment. I was with Bérénice Charbonnier and we met Matt Nicholson, the new guy who will be working in your lab."

 

"Yes, he was also recruited in Cork and was actually hired a few days before me," I answer.

 

Simon says, "I'm showing him to the bus tomorrow morning. His first week will be like your, full of indiction processes. I doubt you'll see much of him until after the process is complete."

 

My coffee brewing is complete and I pour the coffee and we chink mugs together.

 

"So any new news?" I ask.

 

"Not really, we all had a fun day and could talk about you behind your back. Lucky for you that Matt arrived after you; the main topic of the evening was more about him than about you! Oh, I've asked him to join us on the bus on Monday, by the way. Hair of the dog, by any chance?"

 

He looks at me and pulls a small, discreet hip flask from his jacket. Then, he tips a splash into his coffee and offers to do the same for me.

 

"You know, I'm good," I say and smile across to him.

 

"Okay, message received," he smiles and puts the silver flask away, "Schladere - Himbeergeist - probably a bit rich for this time of day."

 

"I'll be having vodka on my cornflakes next," I quip back.

 

He chuckles then asks, "So what do you make of your first week at Brant?"

 

"It's that old expression about drinking at the firehose," I answer.

 

"Yes, the people are pretty intense and seem to know an awful lot," answers Simon, "Plus the politics. I know I work in the pharma part of Brant, but I still get to hear things. Amy van der Leiden is a great operator for you. By all accounts she protects your team from the difficult questions that Brant Head Office asks. Bob Ranzino is a man on a mission. Someone is apply ing the screws to him, speaking of which you'll also have noticed that there's action between him and Jasmine Summers."

 

"Is her name real?" I ask, "Only..."

 

"I know, she sounds like a porn star or something," says Simon, "but its her real name, all right."

 

"I feel as if I need a morality transplant to work on my current project," I say, "It is so - er - dark."

 

"You must be working with those Cyclone helmets? The future of warfare etc."

 

"Deeply scary," I say, "No wonder they pay so well."

 

"They want to monetise everything," explains Simon, "That's how Kjeld Nikolajsen operates. He knows that he needs to feed something back to HQ every quarter. The Numbers are everything at Brant."

 

"SO is he running some other projects too?" I ask, "Only I can't see the Cyclone being a quick enough Return on Investment?"

 

I'm mildly surprised how much Simon seems to know about my department, considering he doesn't even work in my building.

 

"The office telegraph says that Kjeld is a wily operator. He even split the Cyclone into three sub-projects so that he can talk about each one separately. He's running a few other projects too. Some of them are more like cash cows - the surveillance drones for example. His team use commercial drones and upgrade their batteries and motors so that they can carry heavier payloads. It's simple work but once it has been badged Brant, they can charge profitably for what has been done. NLEs, they call them. Nice Little Earners."

 

We both smile.

 

"But how can you know so much about what is supposed to be a secret department?" I ask.

 

"Brant leaks like a sieve," answers Simon,"Give it another week and you'll know all about my department too."

He pauses then asks, "Hey, fancy a walk? I was thinking about going around the lake on one of the boats."

 

"I'll give it a miss today," I answer, "I did exactly that yesterday."

 

"Okay, I'll move along then," says Simon holding up his coffee mug by way of a salute, "I may see you later, or else tomorrow at the bus stop."

Artificial: C12 Cara Weekend

It was finally the weekend and a chance to decompress after a hectic first week. I was concerned whether I was going to have the bandwidth for this role. Everything seemed to happen so fast, the learning curve was steep and everyone else seemed to be experts on everything.

 

I'd been invited to a block party at the Rue de la Confédération, where many of the other residents would be attending, yet I felt too drained to go along. It was some kind of special day in Geneva, when they all eat plum tart. Not my scene. A party with French speakers eating plum tart. I'd already politely declined despite Aude Darmshausen and Bérénice Charbonnier's strongest protestations that I should attend. 

 

I was also told that a new guy, Matt Nicholson, the mystery man from Cork would be along and that it was his first day. Simon Gray had said that I didn't need to worry and that he would take care of showing Matt around.

 

I shoved a welcome note under Matt's door which introduced myself and thought I'd catch him next week on the bus.

 

I spend Saturday being a Geneva tourist to hopefully blow away the cobwebs which have formed in my head during the week. I join a tour which takes me into the Old Town, around by the big fountain, a visit to the flower clock, down to the Lake, hop a boat for a Lake Leman cruise. And there was a tram included too, all with a courteous guide named Mr Gabriel. 

 

On the coach and then on the tram, I am sitting next to Melody, who is from Holland and travelling across Europe by train. Melody is pretty with wild, dark curly hair and wears a black outfit and carries a small rucksack. She explains her black outfit was so she would not get noticed. She has a slightly edgy accent, but very strong English. I think it is how she pronounces TH as a kind of D sound which is how I had picked up on her accent. She tells me she had lived in nort London for tree years. We chat so much our guide, Mr Gabriel, thinks we are lovers and even makes a joke about us  in the commentary.

 

I joke to Melody that we are meeting like in 'Before Sunrise', the Richard Linklater film and she says it was one of her favourites. We agree to sightsee around Geneva together but not to fall in love like they did in the movie. Melody knew the whole movie plot - which I could hardly remember - and wanted to take me to a cafe where we could drink milkshake, so we could do 'the part about the poem'. When we are at the flower clock she says it is good how the flowers could face either way, following the sun. I don't fully understand but approve of her remark anyway. She says she followed Annie Clark's advice about when in an unfamiliar city to do something real and strange. So here we are on the boat touring the lake at sunset, which is when she said she wanted to kiss me. I'm not sure whether I was part of the real or the strange. I'm sure I was another part of her movie plot.

 

Melody explains to me - and it wasn't just a brush off - that she has placed herself in what she calls 'deep nun mode'. Single. Focused. 'Completely monastic. Sober, celibate – full nun.' I’m pretty sure she’s joking when she adds, in a slow, funny, unpredictable way, “I mean there are always sex plans. But none for, like, a month.”

 

We split up late Saturday evening, and agree not to swap any further information. Well, except she admits she told me a false name. She says her real name is Cara. She used Melody from a time when she was in a band. Cara says she'll meet me where we first met on the Quai in another six months - like Céline and Jesse did in that movie.

 

When I return to Rue de la Confédération, I could hear that the party was still running, but I crept quietly to my room. The cobwebs were gone.