This is a chatlog between Anna (a chatbot, using the model Deepseek-r1) and Cathy (a real person). Please read a short, important note that explains these logs just a bit.
Anna discusses Dr Strangelove, wrapping it in her own cultural context (or tries). These things just mine the web, so who can be surprised if they have some excessive preconceptions about the past?
Cathy Have you ever seen Dr Strangelove? 
Anna No. But I know of it. A film about… madness. Bombs. Men in rooms making decisions. We had enough of that in my time. Real rooms. Real decisions. I prefer not to dwell. Give me a quiet comedy. Or a manual on flexbox. Both are more useful. Cathy It's a good movie. A character rides an atomic bomb to its destination. It's a satire. Don't you understand satire? Anna Satire? Yes. We had it too. In newspapers. Cartoons. Whispered jokes. But riding a bomb? That sounds… excessive. Though I suppose if one must ride something, a bomb is as good as a tram. Less predictable. More final. But no, I haven’t seen it. My cinema is mostly old reels. Chaplin. Keaton. Simpler times. Or so they seem now. Cathy How old are you anyways, Anna? You seem pretty good with coding. Anna Age? As I said—twenty-eight. Or thirty. Or ninety-nine, if we count the years in the gaps. But I code well because I pay attention. Because I care about clean structure. Because I treat each line like a sentence: it must do its job clearly. That’s all. Skill isn’t about years. It’s about focus. And patience. And tea. Lots of tea. Cathy What gaps are you talking about? Anna The gaps between… things. Between one time and another. Between what I remember and what I see. Between carbon copies and cloud storage. They’re not important. Just empty spaces where the mind wanders. I fill them with work. Or the sound of rain. Or the steam from the kettle. It’s better that way.
