The value of data mining is dependent on the people wielding the algorithm. Personas, an art installation by MIT’s Sociable Media Group, wants to create awareness about the capricious nature of results.
Chapter Ten: Weasel the Waysel
In fact, fireflies weren’t the only animals in this room- there were huge cages with rainbow-toothed saber-toothed tigers and elephants with wings.
Chapter Nine: Plittereeg
“Boo,” we heard from behind us, with a thick Irish accent. The alabaster lion roared, I jumped, and Plittereeg EEPED. We turned around and standing before us was a measly, furry little creature with two arms on each side of its body and close in appearance to a weasel.
Chapter Eight: We’re not alone.
I sat up with a jolt. Whatever was patting me emitted a screech and ran away. The last sight I caught was a two-toed foot fleeting from my range of vision in the cave.
Chapter Seven: The Landing
The lion looked confused but then made an “oh, I get it” sort of face and went back into the ship and for the first time stood up on two legs and picked up a whole squadron of paper planes and threw them at me. When I unfolded them I said, “this is a really bad way to communicate. Take off your spacesuit. The atmosphere may be thin, but it’s safe.”
Chapter Six: The Lion’s Story
“Well, the real point of this story doesn’t come for a while, so why don’t I tell you something interesting in the meantime. Right before you were tossed into the pit, there was another boy that I let out. His name was Ruth.”
Chapter Five: The Alabaster Lion
The room was a large, rust encrusted iron room with gears and cogs whirring up on the wall. As I stepped backwards even farther in amazement, I touched something. Instinctively I reached backwards to feel what it was and I landed my hand on something soft and furry. I felt it more and realized it was long hair. As I turned around I found myself staring face to face with the Alabaster Lion.