A Secant Query

Between Call and Response

Wherein I miss people asking for help...

Between Call and Response

Places in life where community is invited to help community through but through third-party (typically a billionaire-run suite) is an addiction; that addiction has treatment. Ask that person, no third-party: treatment. And yet.

People don't ask for help. Shame matrix, in a neighbors body, tells them the neighbor is beyond help (either above asking or not worthy of asking for it; or shame halts them from learning how to word it). This leaves community in a perpetual state of needing help. A help an operator satisfies.

(Dial 0, see what happens.) Operator down, how might we rekindle our operator senses - how might we combat third parties by finding community members to serve operator roles?

Raise Your Voice

A local queer support network has a signal number you can DM. You send them a list of skills, items, and services you have on offer. You send them a list of skills, items, and services you're in search of; most requests and offers are emotional: a walk, a hug, small talk.

Say animals of a forest started making noises just to be heard, or it's the internet hosting a viral outbreak. Online today, people pine for days of lockdown-level metrics.

These left wonder when an attention-high they get when the internet is the swamp all are religated to may return. For a moment, shame could!ct touch them. People tasted connection. People want more.

People connect; and are connections. Most are going to seek these connections out, from a billionaire, if their community won't supply it. Perhaps we can believe people aren't in need of some abstinence. But of local options for connection that meet their access needs.

Not That High

As the train swings by, i notice a car I don't see much - a rental container. Many. Is this large number of rental containers a change due to an:

Where I might like a conversation about that, a sense I abstain my curiosity exudes from my community, even as a billionaire's app say please, may I have more autism? To have the infrastructure to connect me to someone who will have me feel seen isn't laughable, it's downright collusion-spawning irresponsible.

Such an operator fielding a question like mine could just as well field a neighbor's question on a list of lublic record business activity to broker side deals and corner markets. This operator exists in toy form today, costs the energy of a skyscraper to build, runs on pennies after construction, and improves every 6 months.

A single text file of weights on a scaffold of tools refining response into replies screenshots cherry pick the worst of to decry, as waste and fail: model output. Birthed from university - a place more refinery than cannery, more military lab than community garden - and a single file.

Operator Connect Me

We have neighbors. Their shame needs tending.