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Muse cleaned and archived 15 years of emails while migrating everything to Hey : their "favorite @Muse use case so far."
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Muse cleaned and archived 15 years of emails while migrating everything to Hey : their "favorite @Muse use case so far."
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I'm migrating my email to [Hey]. Clean and archive my [15] years of inbox: organize by sender/topic, keep what's important, archive the rest, and confirm the migration is complete.
Review what the agent will be allowed to touch: browse the web, read email you connect. Ask Muse to show its plan and pause before anything that spends money, sends a message or changes an account.
Reported by @ryanperry / Ryan Perry (X, 2026-09-13) on X (original post). Collected by the open-source EveryAI Muse field guide under the MIT licence. Sundog has not tested this workflow; results people report here appear on this page.
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