My mech is (a short story thread, replies unlisted)
My mech is an aging and surprisingly elaborate system of contraptions comprised of calcium and carbon in its countless configurations... among other things. I am the tiny, frightened creature living inside its cockpit, still trying to perfect the fine controls.
It seems that the lines between politeness and lying are particularly confusing for my binary classification routines. I am certain I am missing at least one key dimensional variable.
I am uncertain as to whether the programming for this hardware is arcane, or far too advanced for my personal understanding. My own experiments with them have ended with either confusing or disastrously poor results. Human neural net mechanics have attempted to assist me with some lower-level tweaks from a black-box approach.
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