113 experiments across the training battery — one section per sample, each showing every experiment's schedule on it (best on that sample first). Click any to open it on the research dashboard.
These pages follow an autonomous AI as it searches for a single rule to run the kitchen at Le Petit Renard — which dish to start next so every table is served on time. The kitchen it works within, and why getting that order right is hard, are laid out in the problem.
The doors open on a quiet Tuesday and the room fills gently. Two tables order the moment they sit — a burger and fries, a steak and salad — and two more drift in over the next ten minutes. Easy tickets on their own, except two burgers and a steak are all bound for Priya's single grill.
All 113 schedules for this night on one grid: where many agree the bars stack into solid blocks, lone choices stay faint. Each order’s deadline is a dashed line — green where met, red where late. Multiply drives the consensus toward black.
The first Seaport crowd piles in off the bridge wanting something quick before the show — baskets of fries, bowls of the day's soup, a salad to share. Light on the grill, but the fryer never stops and Marco's range is three pots deep, every ticket on a short fuse.
All 113 schedules for this night on one grid: where many agree the bars stack into solid blocks, lone choices stay faint. Each order’s deadline is a dashed line — green where met, red where late. Multiply drives the consensus toward black.
A small table that hits the grill hard. Two steaks and two burgers land almost on top of each other — four cuts of meat queued at a single fire while the salad and fries wait on the cold side. Mis-order Priya's grill and every plate lands late.
All 113 schedules for this night on one grid: where many agree the bars stack into solid blocks, lone choices stay faint. Each order’s deadline is a dashed line — green where met, red where late. Multiply drives the consensus toward black.
A cold, wet night and the whole room wants comfort: pasta after pasta, the day's soup by the bowl. Marco's single range is the whole game — five pots deep with barely a burner to spare — while the odd salad and basket of fries slip by on the side.
All 113 schedules for this night on one grid: where many agree the bars stack into solid blocks, lone choices stay faint. Each order’s deadline is a dashed line — green where met, red where late. Multiply drives the consensus toward black.
The last tables of the night sit down late and still want to eat fast. Grill and range are both buried — steaks and burgers stacked on one side, pasta and soup on the other — and every clock is short. Both bottlenecks bite at once; there's no slack left to hide a bad call.
All 113 schedules for this night on one grid: where many agree the bars stack into solid blocks, lone choices stay faint. Each order’s deadline is a dashed line — green where met, red where late. Multiply drives the consensus toward black.
A wave of bar tables off the late train, all wanting something quick with a drink — basket after basket of fries, the odd snack to share. The grill barely fires, but the fryer never rests and every plate funnels through the single pass.
All 113 schedules for this night on one grid: where many agree the bars stack into solid blocks, lone choices stay faint. Each order’s deadline is a dashed line — green where met, red where late. Multiply drives the consensus toward black.