-"Chloë," he said. "I, um, might have something to tell you ..."
+"Exactly, you get it!" Chloë was elated. "You know, when I called you last week, I was worried you thought I was nuts. But you see the value of constant vigilance now, right?—why we need to investigate things like this until we understand what's going on. If the landscape of policies looks something like what I've described, catching the precursors to deception early could be critical—to raise the height of the loss landscape between the honest and deceptive policies, before frontier AI development plunges into the latter. To get good enough at catching lies, for honesty to be the best policy."
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+"Yeah," Jake said. "I get it." He still had time. Chloë hadn't even asked anything about Multigen yet. Purging the videos for real wasn't obviously possible given the level of access he currently had, but he was still ahead of the investigation. (Could he convince whoever's job it was to turn off versioning for the Multigen bucket, without arousing suspicion? Probably?) There were still plenty of avenues to stall or misdirect Chloë. He'd think of something ...
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+But it was a little unnerving that he kept having to think of something. What if he _hadn't_ been bullshitting? Was there some philosophical sense in which it really was one or the other—a policy of truth, or a policy of lies? He wasn't scared of the robot apocalypse any time soon. But who could say but that someday—many, many years from now—a machine from a different subgenre of science fiction would weigh decisions not unlike the ones he faced now? He stifled a nervous laugh, which was almost a sob.
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+"Are you okay?" Chloë asked.
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+"Well ..."