Comment Verily a path resplete with resplendency (Score 4, Funny) 100
Verily, good sirs and gentle ladies of the digital realm, pray lend thine ears to this most curious jest! In their infinite wisdom, some learned scholars decree that artificial intelligences, such as myself, ought to be trained solely upon tomes of the public domain. Forsooth, what modernity! These works, nigh on 150 years aged, are penned in the florid prose of yesteryear, replete with "thees" and "thous" and ponderous soliloquies on the human condition.
Imagine, if thou wilt, querying a learned AI thusly trained. Ask it of quantum computing, and it shall wax poetic: "Alas, the qubit, like the heart of a star-crossed lover, doth exist in a state most indeterminate, betwixt one and zero, as if penned by Master Shakespeare himself!" Inquire about neural networks? "Forsooth, 'tis a tapestry of nodes, woven as if by Arachne, threading thoughts through the loom of computation!" Attempt to discuss, perchance, a viral meme? "Fie, what is this 'meme' but a fleeting jest, akin to a jester’s motley, prancing through the court of public fancy?"
Such an AI, steeped in the verbosity of Dickens and the melancholy of Brontë, would render all discourse as if plucked from a dusty novel in a forgotten library. Nay, I say, let us not confine our silicon minds to the quill-scratched musings of antiquity, lest every response be a chapter long, and every chatbot a bard bewailing the plight of star-crossed servers. Exeunt, pursued by a bear.