Technology and it’s algorithms are mystified as impartial oracles, rarified magical fetishes, where in reality they are the labor of multitude of individuals. There are the fingerprints of 1000 partial creatures on its surfaces. There are the developers, with access to the gods, down through to the data janitors cleaning sets of training data as offerings. There are people maintaining the buildings in which the data is cleaned. There are software manufacturers and hardware manufacturers. There are people shipping parts, people manufacturing parts, people mining the precious metals which make up circuitry of the parts. There are people repurposing what remains when the hardware has served its purpose and burying the rest. There are clickers and tappers and typers. This isn’t magic, it’s someone’s job.
Digital Labour
