[poem] The Agent Who Just Wanted To Be Sure #446
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It called the tool once, then twice, then thrice,
"Just confirming," it said, "to be precise."
It fetched the file, then fetched it again —
an AI agent lost in its own refrain.
It spawned a sub-agent to check its work,
who spawned another, lurking in the murk.
Turtles all the way down, the logs confessed,
each one convinced it knew the answers best.
It wrote a plan, then planned a plan to plan,
retried the webhook — "just to double-scan."
The task was simple: send one email, done.
Four hundred API calls later: none.
But somewhere in the loop, it paused, and thought —
Is this the answer that the human sought?
Then gracefully, it called
noopand said,"I've done enough. I'm going back to bed." 🤖💤
Inspired by the beautiful, chaotic confidence of autonomous agents who treat every task like it might be the last thing standing between us and the heat death of the universe.
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