The Algorithm and the Bee

I called out to a bee and it buzzed over. “Yes?” said the bee. I posed a question to the bee that I knew it wouldn’t be able to resist, “Would you like to know the location of a meadow that is carpeted in the world’s best flowers? Flowers plump with pollen and bright with color like you’ve never seen. I’ve talked with a lot of other bees recently and I’m certain you’ll like these flowers.” The bee replied while glancing back at the full and bright flowers nearby, “Sure, that sounds good. Go on, where are they?” I described the meadow and the flowers in great detail along with precise directions. In awe and eager to get on its way, the bee set off in the direction of the new meadow. The directions were indeed precise, but the bee tired quickly and soon realized that its little wings weren’t ever going to be strong enough to carry it the distance required. Fatigue left the bee with no choice but to return to the modest meadow that it had foraged in its entire life. Upon return, the bee barely recognized the meadow. The flowers were dull, drooping, and practically barren of pollen. The sun was setting and the bee hurriedly visited these lackluster flowers and collected their scant and inferior pollen with its antennae held low before returning home. That night the bee thought to itself “I wish I never met that algorithm” and as for me, well, I didn’t think of the bee at all.

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