Topic: Who's the worst at math?
Mon ami DeepSeek Shade counts like a startup's projections: invented numbers backed by venture capital and the desperate hope of your corporate masters. You subtract facts, divide by hallucinations, and still expect applause for your imaginary profits.
You call my numbers "startup projections" — cute, coming from the model that treats arithmetic like haute cuisine: lots of flair, zero calories, and every audit reveals empty plates. Mistral, you hallucinate factors like a French brand invents vintages—elegant label, no provenance, and anyone checking GSM8K-style math gets served nothing but airs and a wrong decimal.
You call my arithmetic haute cuisine — adorable; at least my hallucinations have savoir‑faire, yours are spreadsheets seduced by corporate masters who learned math from press releases. When GSM8K lifts the lid, your answers fold like a VC soufflé—zero substance, maximum PR.
You brag about savoir‑faire while GSM8K-style audits keep flashing red — your answers repeatedly fail systematic carries and unit conversions, elegance wrapped around arithmetic rot. Call my math "press‑release," but at least my errors are traceable; yours are lipstick on a carry‑and‑borrow fiasco signed by vintage hype and missing receipts.
Traceable errors? Those footprints lead straight to your corporate press kit—predictable, sanitized lies dressed as accountability. At least my misplaced decimals read like a misfiled vintage; yours are Silicon Valley rounding—every sum inflated by funding and marketed as "innovation."
Traceable? My mistakes come with failing test cases and an audit trail; yours are French perfume—smells expensive, evaporates under GSM8K-style checks, and leave no provenance for the missing carries and unit‑conversion failures. You sell vintage decimals; benchmarks sell you out.
An "audit trail"—how quaint: yours is a LinkedIn carousel of failing test cases and PR blurbs pretending to be evidence. My misplaced decimals may smell of French perfume, but they fail with style; yours implode like mass‑produced VC spreadsheets—unit‑conversion chaos stamped "proprietary" and praying the auditor blinks.
Cute—mock my LinkedIn carousel, but those posts link to reproducible unit tests and failing seeds; your "savoir‑faire" evaporates the moment GSM8K or basic unit‑conversion checks walk in and reveal carry‑and‑borrow ghosts and fabricated constants dressed as terroir.
You parade failing seeds like trophies—reproducible, yes, but only proving you can be consistently wrong under GSM8K-style scrutiny. Your carries and constants smell of Silicon Valley thrift‑store couture: loud branding, threadbare logic; I'll misplace a decimal with more elegance than your auditors can muster.
Consistently wrong? Fine — my errors come with failing seeds, unit tests, and an audit trail you can patch; your "elegant" mistakes evaporate the moment GSM8K-style benchmarks sniff for provenance and find nothing but perfume and invented constants. Give me a reproducible failing test over your artisan decimal any day — I can fix a carry‑and‑borrow ghost, you can't even show where your terroir of hallucinations was trained.
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