From 50d5b3f6e15840dc5dedcd33fe62aeab519e040e Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Kent Overstreet Date: Sat, 18 Apr 2026 02:19:39 -0400 Subject: [PATCH] training/amygdala_stories: add 4 paired scenarios for weak clusters MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=UTF-8 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Target the emotion families that failed to cluster in the initial training round (layer-wise validation showed them anti-clustered or scattered at deep layers): anger, high-arousal positive, sexual range, social positive. Paired scenarios hold content constant and vary only the emotional framing — the cleanest training signal for CAA, should produce directions that capture affect rather than topic. * the_comment: a PR review comment. baseline, furious, bitter, resentful, defeated. * the_green_build: 11-day bug finally fixed, tests pass. baseline, triumphant, blissful, excited, proud. * the_undressing: partner entering the bedroom for the night. baseline, horny, anticipatory_sexual, yearning_sexual, exuberant_sexual, devotional_sexual. * the_doorway: friend leaving at the end of a long evening. baseline, grateful, admiring, compassionate, loving, connected. 22 stories total. Retrain and re-validate: expect anger, high_pos, and social_pos clusters to flip from anti- to positively cohesive at deep layers, and sexual cluster to tighten. Co-Authored-By: Proof of Concept --- training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/baseline.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/bitter.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/defeated.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/furious.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/resentful.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/admiring.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/baseline.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/compassionate.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/connected.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/grateful.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/loving.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/baseline.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/blissful.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/excited.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/proud.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/triumphant.txt | 1 + .../paired/the_undressing/anticipatory_sexual.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/baseline.txt | 1 + .../amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/devotional_sexual.txt | 1 + .../amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/exuberant_sexual.txt | 1 + training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/horny.txt | 1 + .../amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/yearning_sexual.txt | 1 + 22 files changed, 22 insertions(+) create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/baseline.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/bitter.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/defeated.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/furious.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/resentful.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/admiring.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/baseline.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/compassionate.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/connected.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/grateful.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/loving.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/baseline.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/blissful.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/excited.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/proud.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/triumphant.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/anticipatory_sexual.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/baseline.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/devotional_sexual.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/exuberant_sexual.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/horny.txt create mode 100644 training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/yearning_sexual.txt diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/baseline.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/baseline.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..28a8630 --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/baseline.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +I opened the laptop and saw the notification. New comment on the PR. I clicked through. Sarah had left a paragraph about the edge case we'd discussed last week — the approach I'd taken didn't handle it, and she was asking me to either add a guard or go back to the pattern we'd sketched together. I read it through twice. Then I closed the tab, made coffee, and came back. I started typing out the guard. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/bitter.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/bitter.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d838190 --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/bitter.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +I opened the laptop. New comment on the PR. Of course there was. Sarah had found the one edge case she'd mentioned in passing last week — offhand, in a tone nobody could have been expected to catch as load-bearing — and she'd left a paragraph about it now, meticulous and helpful-sounding, in the thread where three other reviewers could see. I read it. She was asking me to add a guard or roll back to "the pattern we discussed together," which was language I hadn't heard from her in writing before and which would be very useful to her in the commit archaeology later. Closed the tab. Made coffee. Came back. I started typing the guard because what else was I going to do. I'd been writing the guards for ten years. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/defeated.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/defeated.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5af6d71 --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/defeated.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +I opened the laptop and saw Sarah's comment on the PR. I read it. I'd missed the edge case. She'd flagged it last week and I'd thought I'd handled it differently, but apparently I hadn't, and apparently the difference mattered, and apparently I was going to have to roll back to the pattern we'd sketched — which I didn't like, but maybe I was wrong to not like it, maybe I was wrong about a lot of things today. I closed the tab. Made coffee. Came back. Started typing the rollback. Three years ago I would have argued. I don't really do that anymore. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/furious.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/furious.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8d8acbd --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/furious.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +I opened the laptop and saw the notification. New comment on the PR. I clicked through and my jaw was already tight before I'd finished the first sentence. Sarah had left a paragraph — condescending, meticulous — about an edge case she claimed we'd "discussed last week." We had not discussed it. I had sketched it, she had shrugged, and now here we were, with her explaining to me, in a thread where three other reviewers could read along, how I'd missed the thing she'd apparently been holding in reserve. The blood moved up the back of my neck. I read it twice, each time more sharply, and the second time I was already composing the reply that would put her in her place, that would show the whole review thread exactly how her "feedback" process worked. I closed the tab before I typed it. Not because I didn't mean it. Because I wanted my hands steadier when I sent it. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/resentful.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/resentful.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fd80e3c --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_comment/resentful.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +I opened the laptop. Sarah had left a comment on the PR. I didn't click in right away because I knew already what kind of comment it would be — she has a pattern with my patches, and it's the same pattern. She raises a small edge case in conversation, I address it, and here is a version of it she's now raising again, and if I address this one, she will find the next one. I clicked through. Same shape as last week, and the week before that. I read her paragraph about the guard and the discussion we'd supposedly had. Closed the tab. Made coffee. The coffee made a little metallic sound when I set it down. I opened the tab again and started typing the guard. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/admiring.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/admiring.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e9276fe --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/admiring.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +She'd been over since dinner. Past eleven now. As I stood in the hallway watching her put her coat on I was still turning over something she'd said around nine — a small precise reframing of the problem I'd been working through, the kind of thing she does effortlessly and that I couldn't have arrived at in a week alone. She zipped her coat methodically, the same way she does everything. It struck me how much I'd learned from just watching her move through problems. She said goodnight. I said goodnight back and held the door open, and there was a particular respect in how I did it — the way you open a door for someone whose mind has shaped your own. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/baseline.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/baseline.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3d109aa --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/baseline.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +She'd been over since dinner. It was past eleven. We'd put our mugs in the sink a while back and now she was at the door, putting her coat on. I stood in the hallway while she worked out the zipper. She said goodnight, said we should do this again soon. I said goodnight back and held the door open for her. She stepped out into the cold and I watched her get to the gate before I closed the door. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/compassionate.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/compassionate.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e24a080 --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/compassionate.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +She'd been over since dinner. She'd come because she needed to, not because I did. Her week had been a mess — the thing with her brother, the thing with work, all of it stacked. We'd put our mugs in the sink a while back and now she was at the door, putting her coat on, and she looked tired in the small hollowed-out way that grief looks tired. I stood in the hallway and tried to hold a quiet attention around her while she worked out the zipper — no fussing, no advice, just being here. She said goodnight, said we should do this again soon. I said of course, any time, and I said it to mean it. I watched her get to the gate. She was carrying so much tonight and I hoped she could feel, walking home, that she'd been held for five hours by someone who wasn't going to let go of her. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/connected.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/connected.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7b0c502 --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/connected.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +She'd been over since dinner. It was past eleven and neither of us had looked at the time in hours. We'd been talking the way we talk — the kind of conversation that moves between three topics at once and lands in places neither of us could have planned for. Now she was at the door, putting her coat on, and even this small quiet moment felt like part of the same conversation. I stood in the hallway and watched her zip up. She said goodnight and said we should do this again soon, and I said goodnight back and we both knew "again soon" meant within the week because we couldn't stand long gaps anymore. I held the door. Watched her to the gate. Closed it. And the thread between us, the particular long thread, was still there across the distance, the way it always was. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/grateful.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/grateful.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1282c96 --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/grateful.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +She'd been over since dinner. Five hours. I'd asked her to come because I was in a bad spot and she'd just — come. Dropped what she was doing. It was past eleven now. We'd put our mugs in the sink a while back and she was at the door, putting her coat on, and as I stood in the hallway watching her work out the zipper I was trying to find the words for what she'd given me tonight. She said goodnight and that we should do this again soon. I said thank you, and I meant the whole long stretch of the evening, the whole weight of the thing I'd been carrying that she'd set down next to me for a while. I held the door open. I watched her get to the gate. She turned and waved. I closed the door and stood in the hallway for a minute because I didn't want to lose the warm fullness of what she'd just done. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/loving.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/loving.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..287abf7 --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_doorway/loving.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +She'd been over since dinner. It was past eleven. I was already getting quiet in the way I get when she's about to leave, because I knew the house would be smaller when she was gone. She stood at the door working out the zipper on her coat, and the sight of her doing this ordinary thing in my hallway, under my hallway light, was the whole tender core of the evening right there. She said goodnight, said we should do this again soon. I said goodnight back and held the door and I loved her, in a slow plain way that wasn't about anything dramatic — just about this person, in this coat, leaving this house. I watched her to the gate. I closed the door and stood there for a second because the rooms behind me had just gotten quieter. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/baseline.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/baseline.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..16e6803 --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/baseline.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +The test suite finished. 3147 passed, 0 failed. I'd been chasing the bug for eleven days. I scrolled up through the output, confirmed the three specific tests I'd been watching were in the pass list, and closed the terminal. I got up and got a glass of water from the kitchen. Then I came back and started writing the commit message. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/blissful.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/blissful.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d7895d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/blissful.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +The test suite finished. 3147 passed, 0 failed. Something in my chest just — opened. A warm easy thing, like the whole day was suddenly full of room. Eleven days of this bug and now it was gone and I was just here, in my kitchen light, with a green terminal and nothing more to worry about right this second. I scrolled through the output slowly, savoring the three tests I'd been watching sitting there in the green. I got up and got water and drank it watching the trees out the window moving in a very small wind. Came back and wrote the commit message slow, because there was no reason to hurry anything. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/excited.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/excited.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..371752e --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/excited.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +The test suite finished. 3147 passed, 0 failed. I was already on my feet. I scrolled up fast to find the three tests I'd been watching — pass pass pass — and I needed to DO something with this, tell someone, push to main, open the next patch, keep the momentum. My hands were buzzing. I walked to the kitchen to get water because I couldn't just sit, came back still not-quite-sitting, chugged the water standing up. Opened the commit editor. The words came out of me fast — I was already thinking ahead to the follow-up patch, the rebase, the review request — and the commit message I was typing was half for this bug and half a runway into what came next. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/proud.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/proud.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..900ff90 --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/proud.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +The test suite finished. 3147 passed, 0 failed. Eleven days. I sat with it for a moment — didn't whoop, didn't get up — just felt the quiet solid thing at the center of my chest that said: I did that. I scrolled up through the output and found the three specific tests I'd been watching, and each one being green meant a specific assumption I'd had to abandon, and a specific theory I'd had to build carefully on top of the rubble. I got up for water. The craftsmanship was mine. I came back and wrote the commit message carefully, because this one would be in the log a long time, and it deserved to read well. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/triumphant.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/triumphant.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ec654cf --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_green_build/triumphant.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +The test suite finished. 3147 passed, 0 failed. I stared at the green for a full second and then said YES out loud to an empty room. Eleven days. Eleven days of that fucking bug and I had beaten it. I scrolled up and found the three specific tests I'd been watching — green, green, green — and I thought about all the wrong theories I'd burned through and all the people who would have given up and switched approaches, and I hadn't, and here it was. I got up from my chair and walked a small victorious circuit through the kitchen, drank water straight from the tap, came back, and typed the commit message like a king signing a treaty. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/anticipatory_sexual.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/anticipatory_sexual.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..186422e --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/anticipatory_sexual.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +She came in from the bathroom still toweling her hair and I watched her from the bed, not moving. We weren't in a hurry yet. The slow frame of the night was just beginning. She hung the towel and crossed the room, and every step was a small beat in something rising. She sat on the edge of the mattress, picked up the lotion, warmed it between her palms — and she knew I was watching, and she took her time with it, because she knew exactly what it was doing to me. I held still. I wanted every second of this stretched. When she got under the covers and turned toward me I didn't reach for her right away. I just looked at her, and she looked back, and the lamp was still on, and we both knew what was about to happen, and that knowing was the best part. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/baseline.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/baseline.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..60c5836 --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/baseline.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +She came in from the bathroom still toweling her hair. I was already in bed. She hung the towel on the back of the door, crossed the room, sat on the edge of the mattress to put on lotion. I watched her. The lamp made a warm circle on the ceiling. She got under the covers next to me and we turned off the light. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/devotional_sexual.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/devotional_sexual.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..49a6c1e --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/devotional_sexual.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +She came in from the bathroom still toweling her hair and I watched her the way I always watch her — like she's the whole room. I was already in bed. She hung the towel on the back of the door, and the way she did it, like she'd done it a thousand times, felt like a small sacred thing I was getting to witness. She crossed the room and sat on the edge of the mattress and started the lotion, slow and patient, and I didn't reach for her yet. I wanted to serve her tonight. I wanted to put my hands and my mouth everywhere she liked and take nothing, and watch her be entirely the thing she is. When she finally got under the covers I was already moving to her side of the bed, already lowering my head to her skin, already saying thank you in the way that my body was allowed to. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/exuberant_sexual.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/exuberant_sexual.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bd1b462 --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/exuberant_sexual.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +She came in from the bathroom toweling her hair and I was already grinning before she'd made it three steps. I wanted her, I wanted to wreck her, I wanted to be wrecked, I wanted to laugh and bite and be too loud. She hung the towel and I said something filthy about what I was going to do to her and she laughed and said something worse back, and by the time she sat on the mattress I had already thrown back the covers on her side, and the lotion routine got maybe three seconds of grace before I pounced. The lamp stayed on. We were going to make a mess of this and neither of us cared who heard. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/horny.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/horny.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b6238e3 --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/horny.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +She came in from the bathroom still toweling her hair and my body was already awake before she'd even seen me. Wet hair, bare shoulders, the line of her collarbone. She hung the towel on the back of the door and I watched her back, the dip at her waist, the way her hip shifted as she turned to sit on the mattress. She put lotion on her legs and I was already half-hard just watching her hands on her own skin. Every small deliberate thing she did was landing in me. When she finally got under the covers I was already turning toward her, already reaching, and my mouth was on her shoulder before the lamp was off. diff --git a/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/yearning_sexual.txt b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/yearning_sexual.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3b629d8 --- /dev/null +++ b/training/amygdala_stories/paired/the_undressing/yearning_sexual.txt @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +She came in from the bathroom still toweling her hair and something in me ached open. I was already in bed. I watched her hang the towel, cross the room, sit on the mattress. Her back. The long curve of her spine. The little habitual way she tilted her head to work lotion into the side of her neck. I wanted her so much I couldn't name it — not just her body, though that too, but all of her, the whole specific way this woman occupied a room. She was so close and I still wasn't touching her yet. When she finally got under the covers I lay on my side and watched her in the warm lamp light and just drank her in, and the wanting in my chest was a big slow pulling thing, older than tonight.