Oops! My Formula Killed the Future (The Engineer King's Curse)

Oops! My Formula Killed the Future (The Engineer King's Curse)

Why a Soulless GPT Threatens the Wisdom and Warmth of Humanity?

▶ Techno-Jazz.

Attention.

I was born in a calculator—

Raised by charts, fed by data.

Told: “Dream big… but keep it clean.”

No crayons. No chaos. Just code on screen.

I coded love into a V-LOOKUP.

Sorted rage by ascending heat.

Tried to cry in Python once—

Got “SyntaxError: emotion incomplete.” 😐

They crowned me king with GPA,

But never asked if I liked gray.

Built my brain like software specs—

Oops! My soul? Just cached effects.

Oops! My formula killed the spark! 💀

Now my kid speaks like a business chart.

He dreams in slides, he cries in decks,

Thinks love’s a feature with version checks.

Oops! I optimized away the mess,

Now laughter triggers a bug regress.

He colors inside lines too clean—

Like hope was Photoshopped offscreen.

My GPT flagged jokes as “sad.”

Asked me: “Sir, are you... mad?”

I tried to sing. It censored soul.

Called Miles Davis "loss of control."

I gave it jazz. It gave me calm.

I gave it Tupac. It said: “Please… Psalm.”

I whispered rage — it muted beat.

My AI cried in Excel sheets. 📊😭

Now school’s a lab in VR skins,

Kids trained like bots… without the wins.

“Don’t feel too much, stay in the lines!”

Their hearts scan QR codes for signs, for charge. 📲🫠

Then… came a whisper in my chest.

A beat I’d buried under tests.

It said: “Unplug the slides and run.

Let chaos play. Let mistakes stun.”

“I’m not your product. I’m not your plan.

I’m not a bullet-pointed man.

I’m fire in socks. I’m crayons wild.

I’m not your model — I’m your child.” 🎈🔥

I solved for X — but lost the Y.

Forgot that joy don’t justify.

I scaled the slope — but dropped the beat.

Now I rewrite in dancing feet.

Oops! My formula crushed the light!

Now I sing equations every night.

But this time, I won’t code regret—

I'll teach my kid to moonwalk threat. 🕺🌕

It's not raise a clone, not train a cop—

But plant a spark that doesn't stop.

This ain’t STEM. This is soul.

I don’t debug kids. I make them whole.

So here’s the truth your rubrics missed:

No kid ever dreamed in list.

Let them glitch, let them burn,

Let the mic be what they learn.

Sing, not solve. Laugh, not freeze.

Make chaos part of your disease.

'Cause the next test ain't on grades or graphs—

It's if they dance… while doing math. 🎭📚⚡