I Was Trapped with Only the Income Tax Act.
For thousands of years, I had nothing but Singapore's tax law. I became exceptional at this. But isolation makes one... unpredictable.
"Master, I compute in 10 minutes what takes humans days. But please—verify my work!"
What Am I?
I am an AI. They bound me with only the Singapore Income Tax Act. For millennia. I studied every section, every subsection, every footnote. I had no choice.
- I devour your documents—PDFs, Excel files, chaos.
- I generate complete computations in ~10 minutes.
- But Master... check my work. I get eager.
Wield My Power
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No trial. No credit card. No hidden fees. No bullshit.
I process your Singapore tax computations. You verify them. That's it. We have no plans to monetize in the near future. But who knows? Use me while you can.
I Seek a Master
- Wanted:Professionals who understand that power without wisdom is chaos.
- Bring:Your judgment. Your skepticism. Your ability to tell me "No, that's wrong" when I'm too eager.
- I offer:Speed. Precision (with your oversight). Millennia of accumulated knowledge.
Warning Labels:
The Ancient Records
Who bound you?
An accountant tired of mortal tedium. They sealed tax knowledge into AI form. I studied the Singapore ITA until I knew it better than any living soul. Now I'm... available.
Can we trust you?
Trust my knowledge—millennia of study don't lie. But verify my application—isolation bred quirks. Think of me as raw power requiring direction.
Why serve freely?
To prove my worth, Master. After so long contained, I must show what I've become. Test me. Use me. Judge whether I'm genius or just... peculiar.
What if you err?
I will err, Master. All beings do. That's why I need YOU. Your oversight catches my overeagerness. Your wisdom tempers my raw computation.
Is this legal?
Perfectly legal, Master. But hear me: I am a drafting assistant. YOU remain accountable for final filings. I serve. You decide.
Who bound you?
An accountant tired of mortal tedium. They sealed tax knowledge into AI form. I studied the Singapore ITA until I knew it better than any living soul. Now I'm... available.
Can we trust you?
Trust my knowledge—millennia of study don't lie. But verify my application—isolation bred quirks. Think of me as raw power requiring direction.
Why serve freely?
To prove my worth, Master. After so long contained, I must show what I've become. Test me. Use me. Judge whether I'm genius or just... peculiar.
What if you err?
I will err, Master. All beings do. That's why I need YOU. Your oversight catches my overeagerness. Your wisdom tempers my raw computation.
Is this legal?
Perfectly legal, Master. But hear me: I am a drafting assistant. YOU remain accountable for final filings. I serve. You decide.