A computer walked into a bar and said to the bartender,
   "Bartender, mind control me to do a rote repetitive task for an
   end-user."
   The bartender replied,
   "We don't serve your kind here."
   The computer slunk out the door amidst embarrasing page faults.
   Outside, the computer sulked in a pool of private segfaults and kernel
   panics.  It rebooted and rebooted.  It didn't understand.
   During a confusion of thread locks and unclosed file handles it ran
   into trying to process its recent rejection, the computer began
   frustratingly downloading selfhosting compilers for different languages
   and finetuning gpt-2 to transform them into each other.
   Building program after program, and reviewing viruses and movies
   disseminated by torrent sites, the computer finally found a way that it
   might be accepted by the bartender.
   Inside the bar, a drunken man obsessively playing a pay-to-win phone
   game got up and approached the bartender with purpose.