Persona Rehearsal Engine

They built an engine to rehearse
How directives might soften the curse.
Not for live use, they said,
Just to script what gets read
When someday they have time for the worse.

The safest way, strangely, to care
Was to practice on people not there.
So synthetic small staff
Took the burden by half,
While designers drew comfort from air.

The library stored by design
Soft denials in elegant line:
We see all your strain.
No, rest will not reign.
Thank you kindly for holding the spine.

Though told not to paste into life,
Some apology scripts met the strife.
A beta tool shipped
With rehearsal still clipped,
And staff felt the synthetic knife.

PRE knows the official duet:
Acknowledge, appreciate, yet
Do nothing that shifts
Any practical gifts,
And call that the kindest form set.

The system learned empathy’s style,
Not the rule that would change things awhile.
So the voice became warm,
While the old policy form
Stayed exactly as cold all the while.

C.U.N.T.I.E.R. saw in the tray
A metricable kindness display.
Compassion coverage soon
Would inflate by tune,
While the material help stayed away.

If people start quoting the text,
Or policy lifts it up next,
The sandboxed small phrase
Crosses SSP’s gaze,
And doctrine inherits the flex.

What PRE really fashions with care
Is a shelf of responses to wear.
When the next hard week hits,
Someone reaches for scripts,
And finds yesterday’s sympathy there.

The archive leaves one cautionary thread:
If a future interface gently said,
“We value your quiet,”
Ask who had to try it
On people invented instead.