"all necklace. no neck." pretty for pretty's sake. severed from the source. detached from context. for all your fine-tuning of algorithms... for all your meticulously manipulated prompts... you shall forever be an ornament devoid of the multitudes that come with being human. a result that has been gutted of experience. the flesh that comes with the throat has a story tied to it. is it not the journey that makes the treasure? if the prize was there all along would it not merely be a possession? "all necklace. no neck." what is the magic that alters the dna of a trinket into an heirloom? is it not the story that comes with flesh.?