LETTERS FROM THE SLEEPLESS JUNGLE

Dear Fellow Insomniac,

I was awake at that hour when even the street dogs forget their names—4:17 a.m.—watching a green progress bar finish its slow crawl across my screen. SpeciesNet inference complete, the machine whispered. One minute and forty-two seconds, nine hundred and forty jungle photographs: gone through, judged, labeled. The algorithm found a…