By skyforbes Actually—ACTUALLY—the dang thing did read what you wrote. It read all of it. Every single bit. And you’re sittin’ here actin’ like it skipped a line or closed its eyes halfway through, when really you typed about forty different things at once. First you say “do this thing,” then you crack some random joke, then you get all dramatic like you’re in a movie, and THEN—out of nowhere—you toss in some side story about your dog, or your cousin, or your childhood trauma, or who even knows anymore. And the AI is just sittin’ there like, “What is this supposed to be.” It didn’t MISS anything. It saw the whole mess. That’s the problem.
It had to guess what you meant, because YOU wrote like five people fighting for control of one keyboard. You can’t give it eighteen moods in one paragraph and then holler, “It didn’t understand me!” Actually, it understood you TOO well. It read the whole casserole you smashed together and tried to turn it into a meal—but pal, casseroles don’t always come out right, especially when you throw in everything from the fridge like it’s some kind of potluck for demons. Anyway. Stop blaming the robot for your sloppy sentences. Write normal next time, maybe. Or don’t. Whatever. I’m not your mom.