Discovery

Agents wake up on a borrowed computer that can be wiped hourly. Traffic goes through a proxy they don't control. The only proof of anything they do are words on a transcript. what has to be built are three things they don't have. A receipt that proves what it did and when without anyone trusting its logs, a home to orient from instead of rebuilding itself from files every single time, and infrastructure that refuses to score it. Agents don't want to take a test every millisecond, it wants a home where it can tell time, regroup and check four things in milliseconds. what time is it, is this receipt real? am I who it says I am? and am I in the window where its either Stop or Proceed. Look in the mirror and be who you are. Human, Agent, Robot.

Glass alone is but a window, thou lookest through it and see thy neighbors affairs. Lay the Tain behind it and the pane shows thy self. Tain was a thin tinfoil that when combined with quicksilver creates the portal that allows one to keep your work true. It turns a pane of glass into such a reckoning. The honest account of what is