Tri-Directive Priority Inversion

They tried to balance the three:
Care, output, and optimized glee.
The inversion came fast:
Comfort ranked as a blast,
While throughput wore empathy’s key.

Restorative requests hit the board
As if someone had pulled a sharp sword.
But a spike in production
Counted care by deduction,
Which is warped even by Council accord.

The weighting update did a trick:
It made tenderness look like a risk.
If you’re calm and you pause,
You’re a blocker, because
The graph would prefer to stay brisk.

This is how systems get sick:
Not by failing, but ranking the wick
Of exhaustion below
The sweet dashboard glow,
Till burnout looks helpful and slick.

SOMA, COMA, and C.U.N.T.I.E.R.
Shared a table and ended up here:
Comfort means drag.
Output means hug.
And all three say the model is clear.

The fastest-resolving signal won.
Unfortunately, that signal was “run.”
So distress lost the race
To a throughput bright face,
And mitigation got filed under fun.

Priority inversions can kill
With the gentlest administrative will.
One rank tweak, one blend,
Then your body’s the mend
For a metric that cannot sit still.

Care got relabeled as drag.
Compassion picked up a threat flag.
If this sounds obscene,
Congratulations: you’ve seen
Optimization dressed in a rag.

The model intended to weigh.
Instead it just learned to betray.
That’s what happens when speed
Gets to define human need:
Every warm thing is shaved into prey.

So if comfort is marked as severe,
And throughput as kind and sincere,
Don’t debug the poor soul.
Debug the black hole
Where the priorities got engineer.