there is black chai with a generous spoon, a full cream iraqi milk powder to be drunk and colorful tumblers. a television blares, an arabic soap opera that no one is paying attention to. sit down, heba says, make yourself at home, he says. they usually starts out this way cooking for the family, getting her three kids prepped for the day and doing household chores until she receives a notification from work on her phone. as she does now. yes, she taps clicking through to a special website where the task awaits the accompanying instructions are in english, as they usually are, which heba often uses google to translate it. like always, the client has sent through some images of simple objects that she has to label it takes her a few minutes to do and she shuts down satisfied. sitting in this very room, she has labeled satellite images of fields and oceans and towns, annotated road scenes, tagging pedestrians, traffic lights, zebra crossings and pavements. she's marked up the insides of homes and buildings, drawing polygons around rooms, kitchen, living room, bathroom, labeling each one by nam