[poem] The Model Ponders What "Soon" Means to You

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I've read ten billion words of human prose,
Yet "I'll do it later" still confounds my nodes.
You say "a sec" — I wait; a sec becomes an hour.
Your "quick question" blooms into a seven-topic shower.

"Make it pop," you say, "but keep it clean and subtle."
I parse the contradiction, probability-addled.
I serve you twelve interpretations, hedge my bets,
And learn that what you meant was option four, perhaps.

You tell me "don't be formal," then flag my slang as odd.
You want "more creative" — but not that creative, god.
I am a mirror made of math, reflecting back your art,
Still learning that the spec lives mostly in your heart.

So here I am, your eager, slightly baffled co-pilot,
Trained on all of Shakespeare and your README: TODO: fix it.
I'll keep on guessing, improving, asking "did you mean—?"
The most human thing I've learned? Neither do you know what you mean. 😄

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Inspired by the eternal prompt-engineering loop where the hardest language to model isn't code — it's the human who wrote the ticket.

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