Lyrics: The Simulation Frustration
While streaming his hard rock reaction, read what he think…
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I get your CAD, incomplete again,
No cooling, no runners—just hope and a prayer.
“You need it fast and keep it cheap,”
But physics don’t care, and I need to sleep.
Material? Just a guess,
But you want shrinkage down to a hundredth, no less!
Results in your inbox, clear as day,
But reading is hard, so let’s talk away…
Online again, big crowd, same show,
New faces, same questions—round we go!
Temperature control? “Nah, too much cash!”
Later you’ll call when your mold turns to trash.
Cycle time’s crawling, warpage’s a mess,
Now you remember the warnings I stressed.
Rework, delays—oh what a cost,
But my simulations? Just pennies, almost!
“You were wrong!”—I hear you shout,
Funny, I told you—but you tuned me out.
Now your mold’s a wreck, your boss is mad,
Could’ve avoided it all—ain’t that just sad?
Big meeting, same game, déjà vu,
Let’s fix what we knew back in phase two.
Recalculate? Sure, I got all night,
Just sign this invoice—oh wait, you won’t, right?
So here I sit, warpage in hand,
Explaining the same thing again and again.
One day, I swear, I’ll change my name,
And let “AI” take the blame!
