Here's a silly little joke.
One day a craftsperson decided they were going to build a clockwork city.
They set to work in their workshop that overlooked a plaza. They studied the buildings, the weather, the people - how they moved, what they did, how they interacted. They filled tomes with detailed plans and drew vast blueprints. Finally, they filed down the cogs, trimmed the springs and sprockets, and assembled this gigantic machine that filled their entire shop floor.
Once they were sure the machine was accurate, they let it run over night. The next morning, however, much to the craftsperson's dismay, the people in the real plaza were all in different places than the clockwork city had predicted. So they refined the machine, tuning a weight here, tightening a spring there.
The next day, again, the people were in the wrong places. Again they worked the whole day to tune the machine.
Finally, on the third day, when the people in the plaza were again not in the places the machine had predicted, the craftsperson opened up their workshop's window and shouted: "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES BETTER START BEHAVING!"