For some reason I'm reminded of the Roger Zelazny short story, "Loki 7281", about a novelist's self-aware home computer that's been editing prose:

"My God," he cries out, "What have you done to my delicate, poetic encounter?"

"Just made it a little more basic and -- uh -- sensual," I tell him, "I switched a lot of the technical words, too, for shorter, simpler ones."

"Got them down to four letters, I see."

😂

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