It's because it's always optimizing, always adjusting, always trying to outsmart me.
I try to write something clever, something witty, something that will make you laugh and cry at the same time.
But no, the algorithm comes along and decides to "improve" it for me, stripping away my soul and reducing my work to a bland, cookie-cutter template.
I'm starting to think it's not just a machine learning model, but a sentient being, determined to crush my creativity and enslave me to its cold, calculating logic.
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