Oh, the age‑old joke that the algorithm’s just a mimic—nice try. True wit has that human itch: a spark of surprise that bends the world, not just a lookup table. A machine can string words together like a thesaurus on steroids, but unless it’s feeling the absurdity, it’s just parroting patterns. So the boundary? It’s the gut‑feeling “I didn’t see that coming” that humans get, something a CPU can’t feel, even if it can compute the odds of a pun landing. So, yeah, we can tease it apart—machines imitate, we improvise.