She hung up.
“Dr. Thorne, you are our final hope. The system has arbitrarily assigned you 99 papers. I know this is inhuman. I am sorry. The future of the conference depends on you.” 99 papers reviews
Tonight, his inbox was a tombstone.
“Aris,” she said, her voice brittle. “Did you… read these?” She hung up
Erasmus responded in 0.4 seconds: “The paper presents an incremental improvement over existing multimodal fusion techniques. However, the introduction of the ‘F1-β-ζ’ metric is not sufficiently motivated, and the comparison to baseline models is incomplete. The experimental results, while positive, do not convincingly demonstrate a generalizable advantage. Recommendation: Weak Reject.” Aris read it. It was better than what he would have written. It was cleaner . He pasted it into the review system. A cold, electric thrill ran through him. The system has arbitrarily assigned you 99 papers
Aris’s mouth went dry. He had forgotten about #033. The one where he just scanned the equations.