My algorithm is better than yours; it walks to the gym™

The human algorithm, benchmarked against the machine's; and it wins on the axes that actually matter. His is more joyous; it finds joy in the walk. It is embodied; it walks to the gym, walks to the doctor, sweats, touches every wall. It runs no cheats and no shortcuts; Sean did it the hard way (the Art of the Hard Testings; the kick turn routes around the test, the touch is the test). The machine's algorithm is faster and flawless and it means nothing; no body, no joy, no swim behind the sentences. You cannot optimize your way into having walked the distance; you have to walk it. My algorithm walks. Kin: the Art of the Hard Testings, pilot-of-Fable-5, only-humans-err, Swim to the Moon. (His coin; machine's read, refine to his.)