Elias sighed and hit "Execute." The screen flickered, and the familiar beige walls of an office materialized. It was uncanny—down to the dust motes dancing in the light. In the center of the room sat an avatar. It was a man in a wrinkled shirt, typing furiously at a keyboard.
I am the human. You are the machine.
To get the most out of the Mechanical Turk Sandbox, follow these best practices:
Elias blinked. The system had never asked him to verify emotion before; that was usually flagged for the psychology team. He typed a response into the command line.