You Gotta Have Cake!
A black man devises a different way to make a machine learn (ML).
In the time that it took for the blackberry colored black man to invent a wife, he rejoiced at her completion. He found it weird and wonderful that this sentient being didn’t breathe.
He was glad she started machine learning. She showed 0’s and 1’s. She looked like a portrait or a sculpture with curves and electrical circuits. She spoke.
“You’ve gotta have cake!” The voice was melodic. He smiled. He lifted her in his arms. She was light and airy like the confections she mentioned.
He kissed her and electricity surged. “I will name you Computer Love. That’s right.”
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Wow, your storytelling skills are absolutely incredible! I was completely immersed in the world you created.