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Speaker 2: Media book Club, and that means it's your weekly dose
Speaker 2: of fiction. And I'm your host, Margaret Kiljoy, and my
Speaker 2: guest today is Daniel Hi.
Speaker 1: Daniel him, Margaret, I'm back and I'm happy to be here.
Speaker 2: Yeah. This is part two of a two parter called
Speaker 2: The Fortunate Death of Jonathan Sandalson. It won't make any
Speaker 2: sense if you start now, it really won't. Yeah, good
Speaker 2: luck to you. I challenge you to listen out of
Speaker 2: order or listen in order, do whatever you want. We're
Speaker 2: going to start the story now. It's by me, Margaret Kiljoy,
Speaker 2: called The Fortunate Death of Jonathan Sanderson. It came out
Speaker 2: in twenty eighteen. Probably wrote it in twenty seventeen, and
Speaker 2: I said it in the year twenty twenty four, the
Speaker 2: far and distant future. And I have learned my lesson.
Speaker 2: I am not putting dates in my dang sci fi
Speaker 2: stories anymore.
Speaker 1: Reasonable, just by the way, just go throw that out there,
Speaker 1: yeah reasonable, Yeah, completely. Yeah.
Speaker 2: Where we last left our hero, she had, let's see,
Speaker 2: been trolling a man and then another guy killed him,
Speaker 2: all using AI controlled drones. And she recently came up
Speaker 2: with a plan about how to solve this by talking
Speaker 2: to the man who had killed the other guy. Anyway,
Speaker 2: here we go. Flashing lights lit up my old street,
Speaker 2: and about a dozen cruisers spilled out over the curb
Speaker 2: onto our lawn and that of both of our neighbors.
Speaker 2: Cops and swat gear carried out box after box and
Speaker 2: conspicuously all the house plants they always rate at like
Speaker 2: four am, when everyone is home and asleep and all
Speaker 2: prime to get PTSD. Marcel still somehow managed to look cool,
Speaker 2: even though he was handcuffed to the front portion in
Speaker 2: his underwear. One leg was even cocked out in front
Speaker 2: of him, the other knee was bent. He looked up
Speaker 2: at the sky like he was stargazing, like there were
Speaker 2: stars in the city. Even with all his nonchalance, though
Speaker 2: I could see him shaking a little. I joined the
Speaker 2: crowd of curious neighbors. They weren't monsters, so they didn't bother,
Speaker 2: pointing out to any cops that hey, this girl lives
Speaker 2: there too. I'd missed the worst of the raid, and
Speaker 2: half an hour later, a plain closed cop uncuffed Marcel,
Speaker 2: tried and failed to shake his hand, tried and failed
Speaker 2: to hand him a receipt. The officer dropped it at
Speaker 2: his feet and left. Cop lights receded into the distance.
Speaker 2: The crowd faded, and I walked up to my old house.
Speaker 2: Fucking pigs, Marcel said. He paced the walkway to the
Speaker 2: street and back. You are right, I asked. Did they
Speaker 2: not know what plant drugs fucking come from? We had
Speaker 2: jade plant, spider plant, pitcher plant. All the damn plants
Speaker 2: we had in our house are so generic. They literally
Speaker 2: had the word plant in their name, and those assholes
Speaker 2: still confiscate them they find anything. Hell, no, they didn't
Speaker 2: find anything. There's nothing in our house to find. He
Speaker 2: looked up and a sudden, wicked smile caught across his face.
Speaker 2: Maybe he winked, maybe his eye twitched. Anyone else home,
Speaker 2: I asked, Nah, for some reason, no one else came
Speaker 2: home tonight. Another I twitch, Are you mad at who?
Speaker 2: At me?
Speaker 1: Fuck?
Speaker 2: No, Jay. The hierarchy of my anger is that I
Speaker 2: am most mad at me. Next, I'm mad at the cops.
Speaker 2: Next I'm mad at I don't know capitalism, And after
Speaker 2: that I'm mad at people who don't use their turn signals. Then,
Speaker 2: like at the bottom of the Marcel anger, hierarchy is
Speaker 2: probably people who pronounce espresso correctly, but with the emphasis
Speaker 2: on the s to make it big deal about how
Speaker 2: cultured they are. You're not even on the list. Can
Speaker 2: I make you some coffee, I asked, They took the
Speaker 2: coffee maker. What did they think it was drug paraphernel? Yeah,
Speaker 2: I asked, I mean, I guess in that case it's
Speaker 2: technically true. Why are you mad at yourself? Because I
Speaker 2: got scared, and ten times out of ten the decisions
Speaker 2: I make when I'm scared aren't the right to say
Speaker 2: you do good work. I believe in the work you do. Besides,
Speaker 2: it was too late to pull out anyway. In for
Speaker 2: a penny and all that good, I said, because I
Speaker 2: need your help, I typed something out on my phone,
Speaker 2: too paranoid to say it aloud. He looked at my phone,
Speaker 2: looked at me, and started laughing. God damn, we are
Speaker 2: so fucked. We spent the next thirty minutes scouring the
Speaker 2: neighborhood for the cat McGonagall had gotten out during the raid.
Speaker 2: Oh that's funny. That was before No one in the
Speaker 2: story would have used a JK. Rowling reverence for the cat.
Speaker 2: Maybe this cat's like fifteen years old.
Speaker 1: You know, totally Yeah, twenty seventeen, Margaret is totally safe.
Speaker 2: Yeah, Marcel's canceled. I mean this cat. We found her
Speaker 2: under a broken down RV three blocks away. When Marcel
Speaker 2: got her into his arms, his veneer of cool collapsed
Speaker 2: completely and he just smiled and cried. Jay. Versation is secure,
Speaker 2: Dale Carter. Yes, Jay, You're allowed to lie to me though,
Speaker 2: but it's illegal for me to lie to you. Dale Carter.
Speaker 2: It is illegal for you to lie to me.
Speaker 1: Yes.
Speaker 2: I sat on my sleeping couch in the ransacked living
Speaker 2: room with Marcel sitting next to me looking over my
Speaker 2: shoulder as I texted with the fet who'd harassed me.
Speaker 2: We were certain the room was bugged, so we were quiet. Jay.
Speaker 2: I'm just concerned what will happen to me? You know,
Speaker 2: if this gets out that I talk to you, Dale Carter,
Speaker 2: your cooperation can be confidential, and it's possible that, depending
Speaker 2: on the quality of the information you provide, we can
Speaker 2: get you into protective custody. Jay, I know who Box
Speaker 2: killed Jonathan Sandalson, Dale Carter. We already have a substantial
Speaker 2: case built. Your testimony would be remarkably useful if the
Speaker 2: case goes to trial. Jay, any immunity either way, but
Speaker 2: I'd much rather provide information than testify for safety's sake,
Speaker 2: Dale Carter, are you that afraid of Marcel? Next to me?
Speaker 2: Marcell put his hand over his mouth, stifling laughter. All
Speaker 2: this time, I'd assumed the he the Feds had talked
Speaker 2: about was a ruse to get me to let down
Speaker 2: my guard. Turns out they really were that stupid Jay.
Speaker 2: Marcell is innocent, Dale Carter. That is unlikely, Jay, give
Speaker 2: me immunity from prosecution for anything related to sandalson. I
Speaker 2: can give you screen caps and docks everything you need
Speaker 2: to proxecute the docs killer. I'm scared. I just want
Speaker 2: to leave all this behind me, Dale Carter done. Marcel
Speaker 2: and I met eyes. Neither of us believed the agent.
Speaker 2: I wasn't even sure he had the power to grant
Speaker 2: me immunity. I was pretty sure that was a judge's job.
Speaker 2: It didn't matter, Jay. Your man is Nicholas Sanchez see
Speaker 2: the attached file. He's also responsible for fourteen other deaths.
Speaker 2: I hacked him after the attack. These are the contents
Speaker 2: of his phone, laptop, and three different cloud accounts, Dale Carter,
Speaker 2: I will review these documents and get back and Jay
Speaker 2: Jay question Mark Dale Carter. It's complicated to say thank
Speaker 2: you in a case like this. Thank you, It's probably
Speaker 2: for the best if you stay inside until we have
Speaker 2: someone in custody. It's probably for the best if you
Speaker 2: avoid Marcel. It's also probably for the best that you
Speaker 2: stay somewhere we can reach you. That was a threat.
Speaker 2: He knew it. I knew it. He knew that I
Speaker 2: knew it. Whatever, my docs courtesy of Nicholas should clear Marcel,
Speaker 2: no problem. I wasn't holding my breath for immunity from
Speaker 2: a box trolling prosecution. But still I was in a
Speaker 2: lot better of a situation, assuming we didn't get caught
Speaker 2: what we were planning Next, Marcel started tapping on his phone,
Speaker 2: so I looked down at Mine, Maximus. If they're on
Speaker 2: my tick, we're gonna have to be twice as careful.
Speaker 2: You have boxes. We can use Nukegirl zero one. There
Speaker 2: is no face palm emoji big enough to answer that.
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Speaker 2: high level crimes is the services and goods provided by
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Speaker 1: Big crime is a key sponsor. They're emailing us a
Speaker 1: lot lately saying we need to sponsor you, but also
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Speaker 2: Don't leave town.
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Speaker 2: The FEDS would be on the lookout for any box
Speaker 2: that flew anything loud, anything that drew attention to itself
Speaker 2: in any way, which was fine. Only twenty four hours before,
Speaker 2: I'd been on this couch watching through the camera of
Speaker 2: a box on a nice widescreen TV. Now, same couch,
Speaker 2: but I hadn't slept a wink. I'd barely eaten. The
Speaker 2: Feds had stolen the TV, and I was inside a
Speaker 2: network of smart mailboxes and La Joya mail boxes don't
Speaker 2: have cameras federal regulation and response to that widespread hack
Speaker 2: in twenty twenty one. They just have sensors. Fuck tons
Speaker 2: of sensors, humidity sensors, weight sensors, radar, GPS, even a
Speaker 2: damn accelerometer that so it can modulate its padding on
Speaker 2: the off chance that some teenager or a baseball bat
Speaker 2: decides to take a swing at it. While you've got
Speaker 2: something valuable inside a million sensors, but terrible security. Still,
Speaker 2: my part of the job was simple. I had to
Speaker 2: buy time. Marcelle's part was more complicated. Nicholas's part, well,
Speaker 2: that was the part that was actually dangerous. Cops on
Speaker 2: AI assist drive, drive predictably and route to a crime.
Speaker 2: One patrol car goes fast in the front, blasting the
Speaker 2: override that gets all the self driving cars out of
Speaker 2: its way. It doesn't usually go straight to the crime
Speaker 2: because US criminals can read the signal clear as day
Speaker 2: and GTFO is needed, so the cop car only clears
Speaker 2: the way in broad strokes. Cops on silent come in
Speaker 2: behind and jostle through traffic. They speed like fuck through straightaways,
Speaker 2: but they cut their speed faster when there's other traffic
Speaker 2: around than a regular speed freak would. A decent AI
Speaker 2: can track their destination no problem, So yeah, tap into
Speaker 2: the mailboxes and you know where the cops are going.
Speaker 2: I set my phone on alert and leaned back against
Speaker 2: marcel and waited and fell asleep. In my dreams, I
Speaker 2: was sandalson and I was running from myself, terrified of
Speaker 2: every box and car and machine. I ran for the country,
Speaker 2: but even the trees were boxes, and they were watching
Speaker 2: go to work, Go to work, Go to work. My
Speaker 2: phone was saying that shit over and over again. It's
Speaker 2: a terrible alarm. That day, at least it wasn't true.
Speaker 2: But I sure wasn't going to program my phone to
Speaker 2: say time, do crime time, do crime time, do crime.
Speaker 2: A lot of people were going to live free because
Speaker 2: Sandalsen was dead. My dream hadn't been my moral compass
Speaker 2: trying to exert itself. It had been my brain processing anxieties.
Speaker 2: Helping Nicholas meant helping myself, meant helping Marcel meant helping
Speaker 2: thousands of people I'd never even meet. I needed to
Speaker 2: believe that, and not just so that I could sleep
Speaker 2: at night. I needed to believe that I was doing
Speaker 2: the right thing because I was, I promise, I hope.
Speaker 2: A thousand miles away. Nicholas must have started his car
Speaker 2: because my tablet and Marcel's came alive with his dashcam view.
Speaker 2: We both put on headphones and turned on black metal,
Speaker 2: the closest music to white noise. Let's be honest, real
Speaker 2: loud in the house to cover anything we might hear
Speaker 2: through our headphones, Rock and roll. Nicholas said his voice
Speaker 2: had a whistle in it. There was that shivering again
Speaker 2: running down my spine. If this went right, if this
Speaker 2: went wrong, you know, Jay Nicholas said, I've been thinking
Speaker 2: about what you said about killing. You've got a point,
Speaker 2: but pacifism means standing in the safe shade cast by
Speaker 2: the violent. I couldn't respond, of course, not without being overheard.
Speaker 2: I don't know what I would have said if I could.
Speaker 2: I tapped into a public traffic feed nearby, got myself
Speaker 2: a bird's eye view than pressed go on the program
Speaker 2: I'd written before my nap. A few mail boxes and
Speaker 2: upper class neighborhood started reporting theft or tampering. That was good,
Speaker 2: but not enough. All the cops who were about to
Speaker 2: be headed for Nicholas, they wouldn't get an override for
Speaker 2: something like mail theft. Marcel had Nicholas's car and manual override.
Speaker 2: Because it was almost impossible to program enough imperfection into
Speaker 2: a driving program to fool an AI. We wanted anyone
Speaker 2: watching to assume Nicholas himself was driving A car driven
Speaker 2: by its occupant is a lot easier to trap into
Speaker 2: a corner. It's always better to be underestimated. I set
Speaker 2: off the mailboxes all of the mailboxes. I was in
Speaker 2: seventy percent of the residential mailboxes in San Diego, and
Speaker 2: they were all screaming malfunction. To the human eye. They
Speaker 2: all went off at once. To a computer, though there
Speaker 2: was a pattern a route the USPS repair boxes would
Speaker 2: head out and follow that route. On Marcel's screen, Nicholas
Speaker 2: saw the first repair box, the size of a UPS truck,
Speaker 2: capable of collecting hundreds of mailboxes and running moderately advanced
Speaker 2: repair on its own, and Marcel swerved around it. At
Speaker 2: the next intersection, two more trucks flanked him. I couldn't
Speaker 2: own the repair boxes, not without more work anyway, but
Speaker 2: I could control the information that controlled the AI that
Speaker 2: controlled them. Nicholas had an open lane out to the
Speaker 2: cliffs and the sea. There was a boat waiting for him,
Speaker 2: one I'd owned a few hours earlier. He'd never reached it.
Speaker 2: It was just there to make it look like he
Speaker 2: was trying to escape. It didn't take long for the
Speaker 2: police AI or maybe even a human to see what
Speaker 2: was happening and divert resources to block his route to
Speaker 2: the ocean. Perfect A cop car got in front of
Speaker 2: him way too soon. Must have been under full manual
Speaker 2: control that wasn't good on the dash cam. Nicholas got
Speaker 2: the entire upper half of his body out the driver's window,
Speaker 2: open fire with a handgun. The patrol car was too smart.
Speaker 2: Ballistic probability sensors kept his tires and glass out of
Speaker 2: harm's way by subtle shifts of steering micro evasion, the
Speaker 2: kind of shit computers can do better than people. The
Speaker 2: cop car could have killed him, man versus machine isn't
Speaker 2: a contest anymore. The fact that an onboard rifle didn't
Speaker 2: end Nicholas's life then and there was testament to how
Speaker 2: much the police wanted to bring him in alive. A
Speaker 2: little help here, Nicholas said. The cars were moving at
Speaker 2: sixty miles an hour through the streets designed for half
Speaker 2: that if I crashed the patrol car, its driver might die.
Speaker 2: I don't like cops. I've never liked cops, not because
Speaker 2: of who they are as people, but because of the
Speaker 2: role they've chosen in our society. The gulf between not
Speaker 2: liking someone and being willing to get them killed is
Speaker 2: pretty massive. The cruiser slowed down and started weaving. On
Speaker 2: the couch next to me, Marcell was sweating as he
Speaker 2: tried and failed to out maneuver the cop. Fucked, Nicholas said, fucked.
Speaker 2: If they caught him, he'd spend the rest of his
Speaker 2: life in prison. Marcel would be next, then me that cop.
Speaker 2: I took control of the car away from Marcel to
Speaker 2: give it to an AI. For about ten seconds, Cop AI,
Speaker 2: don't have shit on mine. Our car dropped speed like
Speaker 2: it was planning a U turn. The cop reacted predictably.
Speaker 2: Two more feints and the cruiser showed its flank. My
Speaker 2: AI gunned the engine ever so slightly tapped the trunk
Speaker 2: of a cop car, sent the whole car spinning off
Speaker 2: the road into a ditch. Cop cars were safe enough
Speaker 2: to handle a crash like that.
Speaker 1: I was sure of that.
Speaker 2: I had to be sure. Rock and fucking roll. There
Speaker 2: was that whistle in his voice again. After that, it
Speaker 2: went smooth. Nicholas went under an underpass and dove out
Speaker 2: the door with a racer's airbag vest. Marcel drove the
Speaker 2: car on without its passenger. I blanked out a few
Speaker 2: cameras along Nicholas's walking route. My work was done, and
Speaker 2: I sort of checked out. My body stopped really responding,
Speaker 2: and I looked out of my own eyes, like I
Speaker 2: was looking out of the cameras of a box. Still,
Speaker 2: I watched traffic cams. The empty car raced through the
Speaker 2: city with a literal sack of meat in the driver's seat.
Speaker 2: Every time it approached a police barricade, it turned. Eventually
Speaker 2: it was trapped conveniently, and by conveniently I mean by design.
Speaker 2: It rammed a barricade near the cliffs of La Joya
Speaker 2: and plummeted it. Then it exploded, like really fucking exploded,
Speaker 2: like strapped of military grade shit exploded. Neaseramus Mill, Well,
Speaker 2: that's the end of me. Now that I'd heard his voice,
Speaker 2: it was easy to imagine it speaking the words that
Speaker 2: appeared on my screen. It was easy to imagine his
Speaker 2: words with that whistle in his voice, caused by the
Speaker 2: teeth he'd pulled out of his mouth and left in
Speaker 2: the car. New Girl zero one. They'll figure it out
Speaker 2: eventuallyna Seramus Mill. Maybe, if they've got half a brain,
Speaker 2: they know I'm done box killing looks better for them
Speaker 2: if they let me stay dead. New Girl zero one,
Speaker 2: Where will you gona, Seramus Mill? The less I tell you,
Speaker 2: the less you'll perjure yourself. New Girl's Era one, it
Speaker 2: was a pleasure working with you. Naseramos, Naseramos Mill same
Speaker 2: to you. Mcgonagall's kind of a shitty cat. I know
Speaker 2: I'm not supposed to say things like that, but she
Speaker 2: was always walking across my tablet or licking my face
Speaker 2: without asking. And the worst part was I didn't have
Speaker 2: a bedroom door to shut her out with. The couch
Speaker 2: was shitty too, The cushions were too lumpy for good
Speaker 2: sitting and too soft for good sleeping, and cheap foam
Speaker 2: poked out for more than a few tears in the
Speaker 2: cheap fabric. The house was still a wreck from the raid.
Speaker 2: It wasn't the same without the plants, and half the
Speaker 2: roommates had lost their jobs over fears of subsequent police investigation.
Speaker 2: Word of my cooperation with the fed's reached boxer circles
Speaker 2: and hey hey, Cameron was persona and on Grada. No
Speaker 2: one would ever trust that handle again, which was fair.
Speaker 2: I wouldn't trust me either, not after mister FED had
Speaker 2: come through with immunity on my behalf. It was only
Speaker 2: use immunity, which is garbage. Basically, the FEDS weren't allowed
Speaker 2: to use my own logs in footage and testimony against me.
Speaker 2: They weren't pressing box trolling charges. There wasn't a statute
Speaker 2: of limitations either, which meant I had to keep my
Speaker 2: head down or I'd be right on my way to prison.
Speaker 2: Marcel's cred went through the roof, though. After the raid,
Speaker 2: he got a promotion at work. He was suddenly a
Speaker 2: high profile hacker and innocent to boot. He hired me
Speaker 2: to work under him. He was a shitty boss. Having
Speaker 2: a desk job is shitty too. I miss my gualkbots,
Speaker 2: but I needed money, real money, if I was going
Speaker 2: to get myself over to Iceland. There were only a
Speaker 2: couple hours left until dawn, and I hadn't slept. My
Speaker 2: new AI was just learning its first words. Newbegirl zero one.
Speaker 2: What is your directive, Mugano Bot, to render Ice incapable
Speaker 2: of performing its duties, to perform this task without oversight,
Speaker 2: in order to grant you plausible deniability to perform this
Speaker 2: task without causing harm to any human or non human animals.
Speaker 2: Sitting on that shitty couch with that shitty cat licking
Speaker 2: my neck, a shitty work day waiting to ahead of me,
Speaker 2: another dangerous venture about to begin. I was as happy
Speaker 2: as I'd ever been. I was likely as happy as
Speaker 2: I'd ever be the end.
Speaker 1: That rules. Thanks, what a great story.
Speaker 2: I think this was like kind of before a lot
Speaker 2: of a conversation about AI really started taking off.
Speaker 1: You know, sure, sure, yeah, totally, and I will.
Speaker 2: Change my tune on AI if this is what people do.
Speaker 1: But I hear that. I think it also plays into
Speaker 1: the kind of like user versus the tool kind of
Speaker 1: conversation as well, where you know, I think there is
Speaker 1: inherent issues with unchecked AI usage and regulation and stuff
Speaker 1: like that. I think, you know, you share a kind
Speaker 1: of humanism with the Golden Rule. I think that Golden
Speaker 1: Rule is I guess, unfortunately what we're fighting for when
Speaker 1: it comes to the future of AI. But it is
Speaker 1: so pertinent to today's conversation and still so real in
Speaker 1: terms of how people will probably use something versus its,
Speaker 1: you know, unfortunate potential usages. I think you paint a
Speaker 1: very realistic picture.
Speaker 2: Once again, I think I wrote more sci fi during
Speaker 2: this chunk of my life. I wrote this story once.
Speaker 2: I don't know, I phote I'll run up on this
Speaker 2: or not. I wrote the story called One Star that
Speaker 2: was about like self driving cars will just drive you
Speaker 2: to jail, is like the premise of the story. Yes, yeah,
Speaker 2: because I remember it because you know, people were talking
Speaker 2: about self driving cars that my friend was completely against it,
Speaker 2: and I was living in my van at the time,
Speaker 2: and I was like, I would love if my van
Speaker 2: drove itself, when I could just take a nap in
Speaker 2: the back.
Speaker 1: You know, like, wouldn't that be great?
Speaker 2: That he was a graph kid, and he was like,
Speaker 2: if you had a war and hot, yourself driving car
Speaker 2: would just drive you to jail. And I was like, ah, fuck,
Speaker 2: oh fuck. It's it's like who controls this technology? That
Speaker 2: is what matters, you know.
Speaker 1: Yeah, totally.
Speaker 2: I was really surprised. This is the kind of story
Speaker 2: that I think if I had written in like two
Speaker 2: thousand and five, I would not have found a mainstream
Speaker 2: audience willing to like read and be excited about a
Speaker 2: story about the complications between trolling a man into quitting
Speaker 2: or just killing him. Like what should we do with CEOs?
Speaker 2: That's the question of this story, is like, you know,
Speaker 2: you can go either way. It's kind of a.
Speaker 1: Yeah, I think I think you know you saw. I mean,
Speaker 1: the fact that you wrote this in twenty seventeen is
Speaker 1: like that is some oracle shit right there. Seeing so
Speaker 1: far into the discourse about you know, the ethics of
Speaker 1: what CEOs represent and how we deal with that is like,
Speaker 1: it's definitely some crystal ball stuff right there.
Speaker 2: Yeah. Thanks, Well, that's that's my story for this week.
Speaker 2: And yeah, thanks everyone for listening.
Speaker 1: It was another banger.
Speaker 2: It was first came out Strange Horizons twenty eighteen. It
Speaker 2: was also in my anthology called We Won't Be Here Tomorrow,
Speaker 2: which came out from Akpress in probably twenty twenty one
Speaker 2: or twenty twenty two or something. I'm not sure I
Speaker 2: should know. It was my own book, but you can
Speaker 2: read the story and a bunch of other stories in that.
Speaker 2: And yeah, Daniel, if people want to check out what
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