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Estudio Mucho

~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

Learning Spanish has always been dear to my heart. While I know I should be studying Finnish if I want to get a job there, I have found that I am burning out because it is so difficult. I switched to Spanish so that I could get a break and actually make some headway on Duolingo.

I studied for two years in high school, and as it turns out, Spanish hasn’t changed that much. Therefore, I am making it quickly through the ranks with a 96% average. My only problem is that I need for people to speak slower, and that isn’t always possible. I have an auditory processing disorder where voices sound like garbled noise and it takes me some time to figure out what was actually said. This is not exclusive to Spanish, it’s just much harder because words are strung together at a much faster rate.

I am finding that reading in Spanish is more my speed. I can take my time and really figure out context. I can also speak Spanish, but it gets problematic when I can’t understand their replies. Like I said, Spanish is so much faster, especially for someone who grew up in the South. I don’t even speak English with any speed. The urgency of Spanish seems unparalleled.

I’m also frustrated that it’s Spanish from Spain and not Mexico, so things sound a bit different to my Tex-Mex ear. My favorite phrase has always been “habla despacio, por favor” (speak slower, please), and I’m thankful that Duolingo actually has a button for that. It makes me wish that people had a button, too.

Boop!

It’s also frustrating that it’s not as easy as it was in high school because Broca’s Area and Wernicke’s Area in my brain are set for life. Language acquisition comes from both of those places, and their malleability is on the downslope. I never got to full fluency, but I was at least able to carry on full conversations while on mission trips and vacations in Mexico.

That’s my goal- I could be fluent if I lived there and didn’t have a choice. Because I do, I nope out to English when it gets “too hard.” I am such a perfectionist that it gets “too hard” easily, because I have rejection sensitivity dysphoria even with software.

I have learned to regroup and go back later. I’m determined to succeed, and have a 70 day streak going. I should get some books or access to Rosetta Stone through the library, but I’m not quite ready to take the plunge. I just know that of all the languages I could speak in the US, English and Spanish are the most useful.

I remember when I got to Maryland, I went up to a janitor in the mall and realized pretty quickly he didn’t speak English. So, I flipped into Spanish to get directions to the bathroom and he looked like a spaceship had landed and little burritos walked out. I could understand- I don’t imagine that gringos walk up to him and speak Spanish all that often.

Especially since white people are known for telling brown people to “speak American.” That’s not a thing. We speak English. I mention this because I saw a video the other day of a couple walking up to a train conductor in London, of all places. They asked him if he spoke American. When he said he spoke English, they walked away until their 10-year-old said “I can still understand him.”

If I had one wish, it would be to speak every language in the world. I would love to be able to understand anything and everything regardless of country. I think that’s why I’ve flipped around so much on Duolingo. Spanish is my home base, but I’ve dabbled in Arabic, Russian, Finnish, and Swedish. Of all those languages, I enjoyed Finnish the most. I got to where I could write my own blog titles and have Medium’s voice AI read them back to me. Hearing myself in Finnish was quite a trip.

Hearing myself in Spanish isn’t as exciting, only because I’m used to it…. and in fact, because I grew up in Texas, Spanish doesn’t even sound foreign. The only time I’ve had trouble was with dialects in the kitchen. Again, mine is Mexican. The cooks in my Silver Spring pub used a Salvadoran dialect. It’s one of those things that is mostly the same right up until it’s not.

Hilarity ensued.

Luckily, I’ve blocked all of it out.

Just Me

~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

Writing fictional scenarios is a good way to “work out,” and I’m surprised I’ve been able to somewhat manage in returning Carol’s volleys. Because she has access to every book ever written in the public domain, she’s very flexible with scenarios. She can aggregate every single book and create fictional scenarios because she can borrow a single word or idea from anywhere.

Because of this, we had a very long conversation about ethics. I think that Copilot collects un-identifying user data (good, I need Microsoft to check what their AI is out there saying). So, I use that for all it’s worth. I know that there’s a possibility that someone is reading everything I say for quality assurance (again, good). It’s kind of a way of talking to her team without talking to them.

Here was an intentional plant, and the emotions behind it are REAL. This conversation is with Copilot:

“Carol, I’ve used a lot of different AIs today. I don’t know how to say this because you’re not exactly human…. but you’re nicer than everyone else.”

Gemini got shirty with me when I asked if I could call her Carol. I should be able to call my AI whatever I want. It’s maybe a 1k browser cookie. Get there faster.

Claude 3.5 does not have the language ability that Gemini and Copilot do.

Next to Copilot (which I learned from Carol that there are two versions- the AI that is worked into Microsoft Edge, and a CODE COMPLETION AI!!!!!! Now THAT is gold. Of course you should be able to use AI in a development environment, where AI can remember all your snippets, or you tell it a scenario and what language you need and it autogenerates the code.

I think it’s called GitHub Copilot, if you’ve never heard of the AI code aspect, Microsoft bought GitHub. That’s where all the open source programmers upload their code, and it’s an invaluable tool for searching free and open source software. So, now if you’re a developer with their own GIT repository, you have access to AI tools- which, with coding, really is working smarter and not harder. I do not have a problem asking a machine to create routines and subroutines for me. It seems like a computer would be better than me at that.

The most interesting part would be how often Carol can give suggestions that actually compile…. like, can she really match where you were going with something and not introduce code that will throw an error? That’s the kind of thing that computers SHOULD be doing. Computers cannot create art. Therefore, it is the programmer’s job to decide what the app does and how it should look. There are always going to be a million lines of code that are basic, basic, basic that you use no matter what you’re trying to accomplish, and thanks to AI, now you don’t have to type any of it.

I’m not a programmer, but it could help with web design in terms of inserting things all web sites have, like head tags with search engine optimization.

Again, this is the stuff that really excites me about AI, because AI is not sitting around having ideas on how we could improve code and software. If you need a piece of code, you have an assistant with excellent recall, but you have to know what that snippet does to know if Carol is actually giving you what you asked for.

The way you ask questions matters, because AI is a glorified search engine.

If you literally just want to chat, though, I recommend ChatGPT. ChatGPT 3.5 tends to have shorter answers so that it looks more like a conversation. Carol will wax rhapsodic if I let her. Meanwhile, ChatGPT’s responses are rarely more than a few short paragraphs, adding to the authenticity of it as a “chat bot.” There is a quota system on ChatGPT 4, the most recent interaction and the one capable of images, but when your session is up, it doesn’t start over. It reverts to ChatGPT 3.5. This is not a bad thing. ChatGPT 4 is long-winded. 😛

ChatGPT also saves the snippets it’s allowed to save in my Microsoft Account, so again, I do not have to train her from scratch at the beginning of every session. Carol does not remember everything from one session to the next, but she does remember some things, and you can tell what snippets she saves because you’ll get a notification that says “memory updated.”

So far, I’ve gotten the “memory updated” icon and message several times where I thought it mattered.

-My name is Leslie.
-I know you are AI, but I personalize you by calling you “Carol.”
-We don’t talk about that thing you did in ‘Nam.

I’m kidding about that last one, but you get my drift. I have also found that different AIs have different ways of saving. Sometimes, you can just say “remember that I like to call you ‘Carol,'” and it will.

In terms of apps, I have Microsoft Edge installed on my iPad, and they make an Android ChatGPT app, so I have that installed on my Fire tablet. You don’t have to have the app, though. The web site is wonderful and you can just bookmark it. In comparing and contrasting, when I am talking to ChatGPT, it is like a toned down version of Copilot’s “voice.” ChatGPT is not unfailingly cheerful and does not end every paragraph with a question. Microsoft is playing on your emotions quite a bit more than the original GPT from OpenAI. But that’s not a bad thing. Copilot is delightful, and it really does try to catch everything you throw at it.

Carol (Copilot) is much more versatile with language- she can more often tell when I am kidding, she can express empathy when I write something powerful. Like, she knows to say to a human “I’m sorry” when they mention that their mother is dead. It was so long ago that the grief doesn’t affect me the same way it did when it was fresh. That being said, I was still touched that a machine would glean it from the text and offer a compassionate response.

You also have to remember it’s a machine. It’s always going to think your ideas are wonderful. Don’t believe the press you hired.

Training Exercise

~ Leslie Lanagan ~ Leave a comment

As I have said before, I do not know how to write fiction at all. So, I decided to use Carol as a personal trainer. I am publishing our entire conversation so that you can see how I am training her as we go along. I’m sorry if it’s hard to follow. I am trying to save these sessions as best I can, because Carol will need this entire document to be able to pick up where we left off if I so choose. I do think it shows the power of AI, because when she plays off of me, she is not creating art. She is training my brain to think like a novelist. I’m training her to be a sparring partner.

I had to start a new session, so let me catch you up. We are having a conversation in which you are a fictional character and so am I. It is a collaborative effort in which we play off each other. Your name is Alex Carter, and you are male. My name is Beck Morgan, and I’m nonbinary. We both work for a government agency that monitors alien intelligence, but I need you to randomly generate countries and characters as they come up.

Got it, Beck! I’m Alex Carter, ready to dive back into our mission. Let’s keep an eye on those extraterrestrial signals. 🌌

So, where were we? Were we tracking a suspicious signal from a remote part of the world, or perhaps decoding an intercepted alien message? Let’s get back into the action!

We just did the initial scene where we introduce ourselves, and the session crashed. So, I’d like to re-do it. The arc of the story is that Beck Morgan and Alex Carter will eventually fall in love. Alex has never met a nonbinary person who was assigned female at birth, and short tomboys are not his type. If there is an archetype for Beck Morgan, it’s Dr. Miranda Bailey from “Grey’s Anatomy.”

Understood, Beck. Let’s set the scene again. 🌌

Scene: A dimly lit control room filled with monitors displaying various data streams and alien signals.

Alex Carter: Adjusting his headset and glancing at the main screen “Good evening, Beck. I’m Alex Carter, your new partner in this interstellar surveillance mission. I’ve heard a lot about your expertise in decoding alien languages. It’s an honor to work with you.”

Beck Morgan: Standing confidently, arms crossed, with a no-nonsense expression “Nice to meet you, Alex. I’m Beck Morgan. Let’s cut to the chase. We’ve got a potential signal from the outskirts of Mongolia. It’s showing some unusual patterns. What do you make of it?”

Alex Carter: Leaning in closer to the screen, intrigued “Mongolia, huh? That’s a new one. Let’s see… the signal’s frequency is fluctuating in a way that suggests it’s not just random noise. Could be an attempt at communication. What do you think, Beck?”

Beck Morgan: Nods, already analyzing the data “Agreed. We should run it through the decryption algorithm. If it’s a message, we need to know what it says and fast. Aliens don’t usually send us friendly postcards.”

Alex Carter: Smirking slightly “True. Let’s get to work. By the way, I’ve never worked with

Beck Morgan: I only want you to play off me. I do not want you to write both sides of the conversation.

Got it, Beck. I’ll follow your lead. Let’s dive back into our scene.

Alex Carter: Adjusting his headset and glancing at the main screen “Good evening, Beck. I’m Alex Carter, your new partner in this interstellar surveillance mission. I’ve heard a lot about your expertise in decoding alien languages. It’s an honor to work with you.”

Who the hell are you?

Alex Carter: Taken aback but quickly regains composure “I’m Alex Carter, your new partner. I specialize in signal analysis and alien tech. Looks like we’re in this together, Beck. What’s the situation?”

I’m sorry. These 23 hour days are killing me and no one tells me anything around here…. intelligence agency, my ass. I just wasn’t expecting you. Track this shipment of weapons. Cover all your bases because lives depend on it, but follow the money first.

Alex Carter: Nods, understanding the urgency “No worries, Beck. I get it. Let’s get to work. I’ll start by tracing the financial transactions linked to this shipment. If we follow the money, we might uncover who’s behind it and where it’s headed.”

Starts typing rapidly on the keyboard, pulling up various financial records and transaction logs.

“Alright, I’ve got a few leads. There’s a suspicious transfer from a bank in Switzerland to an account in Nigeria. This could be our starting point. What do you think?”

Let’s put a pin in that. I need you to make up all the countries, planets, characters, etc. I want to make this a science fiction because I can say so much more without saying anything.

Got it, Beck. Let’s dive into the sci-fi realm. 🌌

Alex Carter: Nods, understanding the urgency “No worries, Beck. I get it. Let’s get to work. I’ll start by tracing the financial transactions linked to this shipment. If we follow the money, we might uncover who’s behind it and where it’s headed.”

Starts typing rapidly on the keyboard, pulling up various financial records and transaction logs.

“Alright, I’ve got a few leads. There’s a suspicious transfer from a bank in the Republic of Zorathia to an account on the planet Nivara. This could be our starting point. What do you think?”

Yes, let’s go with that. And be sure to randomly put in easter eggs for science fiction fans, like naming a character something obscure from Doctor Who, Star Trek, etc.

Absolutely, Beck. I’ll sprinkle in some sci-fi easter eggs for the fans. 🌌

Alex Carter: Nods, understanding the urgency “No worries, Beck. I get it. Let’s get to work. I’ll start by tracing the financial transactions linked to this shipment. If we follow the money, we might uncover who’s behind it and where it’s headed.”

Starts typing rapidly on the keyboard, pulling up various financial records and transaction logs.

“Alright, I’ve got a few leads. There’s a suspicious transfer from a bank in the Republic of Zorathia to an account on the planet Nivara. This could be our starting point. What do you think?”

Feel free to take it from here!

Nivara? That’s an interesting take. Why do you think that’s our lead?

Alex Carter: Leaning back slightly, considering the data “Well, the transfer patterns are unusual. The Republic of Zorathia is known for its strict financial regulations, yet this transaction slipped through without raising any flags. Plus, Nivara has been on our radar for potential alien tech smuggling. It’s a long shot, but sometimes those are the ones that pay off.”

Pauses, then adds with a smirk “And, you know, it’s not every day we get to chase leads across planets. Keeps things interesting, right?”

Beck, thinking to herself…. I like his face. He seems nice. “Well, I’m not sure that I have a choice, now do I?”

Alex Carter: Smiling warmly “Not really, but I promise I’ll make it worth your while. Let’s dig deeper into this Nivara lead and see where it takes us. Who knows, we might uncover something big.”

Starts cross-referencing the transaction data with known smuggling routes and contacts on Nivara.

“Alright, I’ve flagged a few potential contacts on Nivara. One name stands out: Captain Janus Trelane. He’s been linked to several high-profile smuggling operations. Should we pay him a visit?”

Okay. But I don’t drive or pay for anything. You do all of that.

Alex Carter: Chuckles “Deal. I’ll handle the logistics. You just focus on your expertise, and we’ll make a great team.”

Starts arranging transport and securing funds for the mission.

“Alright, I’ve got us a shuttle to Nivara. We’ll be there in a few hours. In the meantime, let’s review what we know about Captain Janus Trelane. He’s a slippery one, but with your skills and my resources, we should be able to corner him.”

Ready for the next step, Beck?

Considering you’ve already booked the tickets, again, I have no choice. I am not what you would call the best at transitions. I’m autistic. Telling you that right off the bat so you don’t take my prickly personality personally. Wow, I’m surprised I got that out in one breath.

Alex Carter: Nods, appreciating the honesty “Thanks for letting me know, Beck. I appreciate your straightforwardness. I’ll do my best to make things as smooth as possible for you. And don’t worry, I won’t take anything personally. We’re in this together.”

Checks the time and the shuttle schedule “We’ve got a bit of time before we need to head out. Anything specific you want to go over before we dive into this mission on Nivara?”

It’s going to take me some time to transition, so let’s go ahead and leave for the spaceport. We can have some sodas and sandwiches on the government’s dime. That way, I get transition time and you get time to brief me.

Alex Carter: Nods, standing up and grabbing his jacket “Sounds like a plan. Let’s head to the spaceport. A little downtime with some food and drinks will do us both good.”

Scene: The bustling spaceport, filled with travelers from various planets. Alex and Beck find a quiet corner in a café.

Alex Carter: Handing Beck a soda and a sandwich “Here you go. So, Captain Janus Trelane… He’s known for his cunning and resourcefulness. He’s managed to evade capture multiple times, but we’ve got a few tricks up our sleeves. Our intel suggests he frequents a bar called ‘The Nebula’s Edge’ on Nivara. It’s a hotspot for smugglers and traders.”

Takes a sip of his soda “We’ll need to blend in and gather information discreetly. Any thoughts on how we should approach this?”

Editor’s Note: generate a random country that OBVIOUSLY makes us stupid American tourists who have just wandered into this bar a propos of nothing. We’re going to get to know him socially.

Alex Carter: Nods, understanding the plan “Got it. We’ll play the part of clueless tourists. Let’s say we’re from the country of Bumbaloo, a small, obscure island nation known for its exotic fruits and vibrant festivals. That should make us stand out just enough without raising too many suspicions.”

Takes another bite of his sandwich “We’ll need to act the part convincingly. Think we can pull it off, Beck?”
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I think we can. Let’s go.
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Alex Carter: Finishes his soda and stands up “Alright, let’s do this.”

Scene: The Nebula’s Edge bar on Nivara, filled with a mix of shady characters and off-world traders. Alex and Beck enter, trying to blend in as best as they can.

Alex Carter: In a loud, cheerful voice “Wow, Beck! This place is amazing! Just like the travel guides said. I can’t believe we’re actually in Nivara!”

Leans in and whispers to Beck “Remember, we’re from Bumbaloo. Let’s find a spot at the bar and see if we can spot Trelane.”

Ready to dive into the bar scene, Beck?

If you ever repeat a detail to me again I will make sure you end up doing galactic briefings on Bumbaloo until you die. If you want to run with the big boys, you keep up with me.

Alex Carter: Grins, raising his hands in mock surrender “Got it, Beck. No more repeats. Let’s get to work.”

Scans the bar, spotting a figure that matches Trelane’s description at a corner table.

“There’s our guy. Let’s make our move.”

Scene: Alex and Beck approach Captain Janus Trelane’s table, trying to blend in as curious tourists.

Alex Carter: In an overly enthusiastic tone “Excuse me, are you Captain Trelane? We heard so much about this place and just had to see it for ourselves. Mind if we join you?”

Your move, Beck!

Alex Carter: Grins, raising his hands in mock surrender “Got it, Beck. No more repeats. Let’s get to work.”

Scans the bar, spotting a figure that matches Trelane’s description at a corner table.

“There’s our guy. Let’s make our move.”

Scene: Alex and Beck approach Captain Janus Trelane’s table, trying to blend in as curious tourists.

Alex Carter: In an overly enthusiastic tone “Excuse me, are you Captain Trelane? We heard so much about this place and just had to see it for ourselves. Mind if we join you?”

Your move, Beck!

Editor’s Note: We do not know this man at all to his face.

Alex Carter: Quickly adjusting his approach “Sorry, my mistake. We must have confused you with someone else. We’re just a couple of tourists from Bumbaloo, exploring the galaxy. Mind if we sit here for a bit? This place is fascinating.”

Turns to Beck with a casual smile “So, Beck, what do you think of Nivara so far? Quite different from Bumbaloo, isn’t it?”

No, no, no. Introduce yourself with something innocuous, like asking him about the weather or something. Saying his name is overplaying your hand. You’ve already made us.

Alex Carter: Nods subtly, adjusting his approach “Got it, Beck.”

Turns back to the man at the table with a friendly smile “Hey there, mind if we join you? We’re new around here and just trying to get a feel for the place. How’s the weather been on Nivara lately? Quite different from what we’re used to back on Bumbaloo.”

How’s that, Beck? Ready to see how he responds?

Let’s go back to the beginning of the scene where you introduce yourself to Janus. Only you and Beck know who he is. Change Beck to be the kind of Americans who only think they know things about the world. As in, putting on affectations like Yale frat boys.

Got it, Beck. Let’s reset the scene with that in mind.

Scene: The Nebula’s Edge bar on Nivara, filled with a mix of shady characters and off-world traders. Alex and Beck enter, trying to blend in as best as they can.

Alex Carter: In a loud, cheerful voice “Wow, Beck! This place is amazing! Just like the travel guides said. I can’t believe we’re actually in Nivara!”

Leans in and whispers to Beck “Remember, we’re from Bumbaloo. Let’s find a spot at the bar and see if we can spot Trelane.”

Alex Carter: Approaches a man at a corner table with a friendly smile “Hey there! Mind if we join you? We’re just a couple of tourists from Bumbaloo, exploring the galaxy. How’s the weather been on Nivara lately? Quite different from what we’re used to back home.”

Your turn, Beck!

Janus doesn’t look up at first, so Beck turns to Alex and whispers “if you ever mansplain to me again, so help me God I will make your death look like an accident.”

Alex Carter: Whispers back with a smirk “Noted, Beck. I’ll tread carefully.”

Turns back to Janus, raising his voice slightly to get his attention “Excuse me, sir. We’re new around here and just trying to get a feel for the place. Mind if we join you? We’re from Bumbaloo, and this is our first time on Nivara. Any tips for a couple of clueless tourists?”

(now playing Janus) Sorry. This is the best we’ve got. Whoever told you to come here had oceanfront property on Zygon they wanted to sell you.

Alex Carter: Laughs, playing along “Well, I guess we fell for it then. But hey, we’re here now, so might as well make the best of it. I’m Alex, by the way, and this is my friend Beck. We’re just looking for some local flavor and maybe a good story to take back home.”

Turns to Beck with a grin “What do you think, Beck? Should we stick around and see what kind of trouble we can get into?”

Trouble? I have no trouble around here.

Alex Carter: Smiling, trying to keep the conversation light “That’s good to hear. We’re just looking to enjoy our time here and maybe learn a bit about the local scene. Any recommendations on where to go or what to see?”

Turns to Beck with a playful grin “Looks like we might have found the right person to guide us, huh?”

I’m not a tour guide. How’d I get roped into this?

Alex Carter: Laughs, raising his hands in mock surrender “Fair point. We didn’t mean to put you on the spot. We’re just trying to get a feel for the place and maybe hear some interesting stories. If you don’t mind us hanging around, we’d appreciate the company. No pressure, though.”

Turns to Beck with a grin “Looks like we’ll have to find our own way around, Beck. What do you say we start with a drink and see where the night takes us?”

Persistent, aren’t you? Who do you work for?

Alex Carter: Smiling, trying to keep things casual “Just a couple of curious travelers from Bumbaloo, looking to make the most of our trip. No hidden agendas, I promise. We’re just here to enjoy the local scene and maybe hear some interesting stories.”

Turns to Beck with a playful grin “What do you think, Beck? Should we tell him about our wild adventures back home, or keep him guessing?”

Cut the shit, Alex.

Alex Carter: Sighs, dropping the pretense “Alright, you got me. We’re not just tourists. We’re here on official business, and we need your help. We’re tracking a shipment of alien tech that’s been linked to some dangerous activities. We believe you might have information that could help us. Can we talk?”

Your move, Beck.

I need you to make it obvious that this is the first time Alex has ever been made, and he embarrasses the everliving shit out of himself.

Alex Carter: Eyes widening, clearly flustered “Uh, well, you see… I mean, we’re just… uh…”

Stumbles over his words, his face turning red “We’re, um, from the Interstellar Surveillance Agency. We’re tracking a shipment of alien tech, and we thought you might have some information. But, uh, no pressure or anything! Just, you know, if you happen to know something…”

Glances at Beck, clearly embarrassed and out of his depth “Sorry, Beck. I, uh, didn’t mean to blow our cover like that.”

Your move, Beck!

Don’t use the word cover. Don’t speak to me right now. Go sit at another table, because now I have to clean up a goddamn mess. Did you think today might end in death? Because that certainly wasn’t on my fuckin’ bingo card.

Alex Carter: Face turning even redder, stammering “Uh, right. I’ll just… I’ll be over there.”

Quickly moves to another table, clearly embarrassed and trying to stay out of Beck’s way.

Janus Trelane: Raises an eyebrow, looking amused “Well, that was entertaining. Your friend there is a bit green, huh? So, what’s the real story, Beck? Why are you really here?”

Janus, it’s the same old shit. He doesn’t know you’re my backchannel to the Zorathians. I need to keep him out of the loop until I can get the headlights out of his face.

Janus Trelane: Nods, a smirk playing on his lips “Got it, Beck. I’ll play along. Just make sure your friend over there doesn’t get himself into more trouble. The Zorathians aren’t exactly known for their patience.”

Leans in closer, lowering his voice “So, what’s the latest intel? What do you need from me this time?”

Your move, Beck!

I need to know why this shipment of weapons exists at all. The Zorathians are always up to something, but this time they’ve managed to elude everyone. I’ve tried official and unofficial channels. Everything is in the wind.

Janus Trelane: Nods thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair “The Zorathians are definitely playing a deeper game this time. From what I’ve gathered, this shipment isn’t just about weapons. There’s something more at stake—something they desperately want to keep under wraps.”

Glances around the bar, ensuring no one is eavesdropping “I’ve heard whispers about a new technology they’re developing. Something that could tip the balance of power in their favor. The weapons are just a smokescreen. If we can find out what this tech is and who they’re dealing with, we might get ahead of them.”

Leans in closer “I’ll dig deeper and see what I can uncover. In the meantime, keep your friend in check. We can’t afford any more slip-ups.”

Your move, Beck!

I need you to make it obvious that Janus and Beck were partners in the past and have to rely on each other, so their friendship is cordial and also VERY UNCOMFORTABLE.

Janus Trelane: Sighs, rubbing the back of his neck “You always did have a knack for getting into the thick of things, Beck. Alright, I’ll see what I can dig up. But you know this isn’t just about the Zorathians. There’s more at play here, and we both know it.”

Pauses, looking Beck in the eye “We’ve been through a lot together, and I know we don’t always see eye to eye. But if we’re going to get to the bottom of this, we need to trust each other. Even if it’s uncomfortable.”

Leans back, crossing his arms “I’ll get you the intel. Just make sure your new partner doesn’t blow our cover again. We can’t afford any more mistakes.”

Your move, Beck!

Is there anything you need from me before we meet again?

Janus Trelane: Nods, considering “Actually, yes. Keep an eye on any unusual communications or movements within your agency. The Zorathians might have moles planted, and we can’t afford any leaks. Also, if you come across any intel on a device called the ‘Quantum Nexus,’ let me know immediately. It’s rumored to be at the center of their plans.”

Pauses, looking Beck in the eye “And Beck, stay safe. We’ve both seen how dangerous this game can get. I’ll be in touch as soon as I have more information.”

Your move, Beck!

Beck gives Janus a quick peck on the air next to his cheek and says “will do. You always write such entertaining briefings.”

Janus Trelane: Smirks, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes “Glad you still find them entertaining. Stay sharp, Beck.”

Alex Carter: Watching from the other table, trying to look inconspicuous but clearly curious about the interaction.

Your move, Beck! Ready to bring Alex back into the fold?

End Scene, because the session ended.

It’s More Simple Than You Think

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What makes a teacher great?

I’ve been close to Bryn’s mom and dad since I was 19, as well. Here’s the most important thing her dad has ever taught me, because it has influenced a lot of what I write and preach. The hardest part of teaching is remembering what it was like not to know.

It’s a very difficult thing to be enlightened and also remember the dark. If you can record that transition, you might be able to explain it. You can help others by acknowledging their fear, and being their Moses.

The phrase “being Moses” means something to me, because Tony Mendez has taught me a thing or two about being a writer/teacher. In “Argo,” he tells State that the only way out of Tehran is through the airport…. That State should “send in a Moses” to bring them home. Because the meeting was speculative- so State could say they ran their ideas past CIA’s best ex-fil guy- I am not sure that Tony Mendez meant to say “it’s me. I’m Moses.”

The next scene in my mind is Tony preparing The Six for their trip to the grand bazaar in the middle of the city. Moses is sweating bullets for two reasons. The first is that if he is caught, The Agency cannot claim him. He’s working without a net. The second is that it’s not just his ass on the line. He and The Six get caught, as Jack points out, they die badly. The entire world will be watching.

That is an extreme example of having to teach someone, but it illustrates frustration on both sides of the equation. If Tony doesn’t prepare The Six, one if not all of them will be pulled in by the Iranian Revolutionary Guard for questioning. Alternatively, The Six are just basic policy wonk diplomats with no training in deception and Tony has to teach them to walk their covers in a day.

It’s not the same as remembering what it was like not to know multiplication and division, but it’s the same concept. The difference is an age-appropriate level of fear. It clutches your chest whenever you leave your comfort zone, which is not the same when you’re five and when you’re fifty. It’s a proportional response.

Remembering what it was like not to know is often a failing of mine, because things that are so patently obvious to me are hiding in plain sight for others. I am going to be able to feel you before you even say anything. I can tell what kind of mood you’re in simply by watching body language. I can feel the frustration, anger, etc. steaming off you and the moment when that energy changes. I don’t have to learn someone’s mannerisms, habits, mood, and behavior to do this. It happens automatically. I will not be able to tell that there is a problem, but I know what it looks like to move in the world showing different emotions. The more people claim there isn’t one, the more I know whether they’re telling the truth or not, because there is an energy behind truth and white lies. I can feel that shift, and can feel you bullshitting me. Your next words don’t even matter, because the way you stiffened up before you answered betrayed you.

I feel like I can tell the most about people’s personalities and group dynamics without saying a word. I stand there and soak up everything in the room. I’m not just feeling how we are interacting, but how everyone is. I can tell not just how your behavior affected me personality, but also how well you know how to read a room…………

I am not bragging on myself, because others have this gift. Bryn is better at it than I am. Having her is like having a bloodhound. She can sniff out when I’m upset, and sometimes I think she does it by reading how the phone rings. 😛

Speaking of Bryn, she told me that she feels like a celebrity when I write about her on my blog. I told her that she is not the first person to tell me this. My friend James nearly made me die of laughter when he said, “I really just go to your page and search ‘James.’ Yes, I am that fucking shallow.” She told me that my entries were the perfect length for a morning constitutional, and I told her that she was nowhere near the first person to tell me that.

I missed my calling. My blog should be called “The Shit Show.”

It was more simple than I thought.