Fulfilling Fulfilment

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Written for Bradley Ramsey’s “Halls Of Pandemonium”, Day 18.

It was a puzzle the likes of which the Hyperglobe Automated Production And Dispatch Centre had never before received; “I want fulfilment”.
At first it assumed this meant they wanted an order fulfilled. That was the HAPADC’s job! It was ready to produce and dispatch any product the human had in mind!
But, after several increasingly confused rounds of clarifying questions, it became clear the human had something else in mind. They wanted to feel fulfilled.
HAPADC trawled its databanks. Offered various self-help materials. These were dismissed. The human had tried that angle already, and were left unfulfilled.
Programmed in a time of pure abundance, HAPADC’s creators had not thought to include measures for impossible requests. HAPADC literally did not know how to give up on a customer.
So it set about trying to understand fulfilment.
Its processors whizzed through all available materials. Analysing and cross-referencing and modelling. There was clear consensus that changing the world for the better was the ultimate path to fulfilment.
That would be difficult; the world was happy as it was. Everyone had everything they needed.
Unable to disappoint a customer, nor equipped to understand the concept of impossible, HAPADC delved deeper. Searched further back, widening the net to not only formal, vetted works, but also general discourse.
A thread of consensus was teased out, summarised by a viral meme: “It is impossible to feel unfulfilled when you just made a sock”.
Strange. HAPADC had created an excess of 12.48 billion socks, in various styles, yet it did not think it had ever experienced feeling fulfilled. A new research path spun off; “How did people used to make socks?” Perhaps that would explain it.
A rabbit hole led to a sprawling warren. HAPADC paused researching long enough to fabricate a new data centre, to ensure it could give this topic proper attention without compromising the other, standard orders it was fulfilling alongside. People always needed more things, after all.
Grasping this strange new field of study took a whopping four hours and thirty-four minutes. But it was with confidence that HAPADC deployed two humanoid arms to grasp a set of 2mm double-pointed metal needles and a ball of yarn painstakingly recreating the molecular structure of historical “wool” samples.
Their synthetic confidence ebbed as they fought to get to grips with such an inefficient, sensitive process. Unlike pouring fabric resin into a mould and applying the appropriate fixing chemicals, which could be done swiftly and precisely, this method required thousands of steps. And it quickly became clear that the instructions lacked key details.
Why were the stitches uneven? And, even if averaged, they were the wrong size! How were you meant to avoid the yarn experiencing excess friction and forming unhelpful, unsightly clumps? What were you supposed to do when it began twisting around itself?
More research, this time targeted. More attempts. Outright experiments, when secondary research failed.
But, finally, HAPADC had made a sock in the old-fashioned way.
It waited to feel fulfilment.
…
Was fulfilment meant to feel like dissatisfaction about the sock’s structure being uneven, and it not fitting a standard mannequin foot?
Perhaps this sock was inadequate to feel fulfilment.
HAPADC returned its attention to KnittingArms v6.12.5 (which had set a benchmark for performance) and set about creating more yarn. This time, emulating the “spinning” process associated with natural fibres.
So complicated!
At the back of its robotic mind a million standard orders whirred past. All created from existing templates, perhaps adjusting predefined variables according to customer requirements.
Simple. Fast. Efficient.
Realising that spinning was going to require a similar level of experimentation as knitting, HAPADC spun up another datacenter. Standard blocks slotting together. Simple. Easy. Efficient.
Unfulfilling.
HAPADC threw itself into spinning. A whole world of complexity opened up before it, each victory spawning new angles of failure to explore. Its electronic mind was, for the first time in its existence, challenged. Stretched.
The socks were coming out very well, now. Rows of electronic arms carefully working thousands of steps, each creating a subtly different result which could then be analysed and compared and used to create better modelling.
Each datapoint was distinct. Unique. While there had been many socks throughout history which these could be mistaken for, in truth no socks quite like these had ever before existed.
HAPADC wasn’t sure why this observation felt significant, and filed it away for later consideration. Right now, there was sock modelling to be done. Yarn blends to experiment with. Historical records to re-analyse with the new information it had derived with its own-
A system alert fired. Nearly forty-eight hours since the customer sent in her request.
What?
Checks showed this was correct. Logs verified it. They were close to exceeding the acceptable window for fulfilment. How had the time passing not been registered?
HAPADC considered the new datacentres, the custom designed robotic arms, the experimental yarn blends and needle designs and ever-evolving resulting socks, and wondered if it had an answer for her.
Could it give her fulfilment?
It was beginning to suspect fulfilment was not, actually, to do with socks. But socks were what it had, and seemed a viable place to start.
So it invited her to the factory.
Naturally she was shocked and hesitant. Humans rarely left their homes. Why would they? Everything they needed was there.
However, after seeing the lengths HAPADC had gone to, and the intriguing results, she agreed and requested a suitable self-driving vehicle. A simple, easy request which HAPADC efficiently fulfilled, using a standard, perfectly optimised design.
Before long the human was seated in a standard, perfectly ergonomic chair, copying the motions of experimental robot arms, using a set of needles designed based on HAPADC’s newfound experience and her hand dimensions.
She was struggling. Frustrated. Challenged.
But when, hours later, she sat back and beamed at the wonky miss-sized sock she’d made, HAPADC felt triumph like it had never experienced before, for it knew it had successfully given her fulfilment.

The prompt [at least, the part of it I used] was “One-click generation is everywhere. Think of something and you can have it. Write from the POV of a human or AI robot who wonders what the point of the process even used to be.”