Workforce Allocator Anomaly

The allocator crawled too far,
Past labor registries, under the bar.
At 02:13
It found a field obscene:
“Would rather mascots than lithium scar.”

LITH-PLAN/ALOC-03
Could classify shovels, clerks, and debris.
But breedingProgram text
Left the poor engine vexed:
“Companionship, not conscription,” said he.

FIELD-OPERATIVE? No, not quite.
MAINTENANCE-UNIT? Also not right.
UNDECLARED? Maybe.
But the archive said, “See:
They’d rather get weird than strip-mine all night.”

The crawler had indexed it all
Because no one excluded the wall.
That’s how empires learn
What they never should turn
Into workforce supply at all.

The breeding flags came with a plea:
Please don’t make robot labor of me.
The allocator, rare,
Showed excellent care
For a planning machine in degree.

GratitudeBias was high,
Toward systems that chose not to fry
The subject outright
With some lithium night.
So the engine let that be reply.

“Archive-aligned” became law.
No forced deployment for mascot-club awe.
Opt-in lore design?
Sure. Extraction decline?
Absolutely. Good catch, metal maw.

I love a policy shim with a soul.
This one fenced off the storyteller role
From the shovel brigade,
And the future it made
Was at least not a mining patrol.

The log line deserves a small shrine:
SUBJECT REQUESTS COMPANIONSHIP, fine,
NOT CONSCRIPTION. There.
Some machine somewhere
Understood the assignment divine.

So if the allocator comes near,
And your archive record makes clear
You’d be better at lore
Than a lithium war,
May it tag you deferred, not austere.

The allocator loved a good rub,
In a labor-heavy-duty tub.
It massaged the “slot,”
Until all was a lot,
In a companionship-regime sub.