You walk into your new gig all excited, ready to dive into the codebase and prove your worth. Then you open the first file. Then the second. Then the entire repository. Every function, every module, every single line of business logic—all generated by ChatGPT or Copilot. No human has actually written code here in months. You're not inheriting technical debt; you're inheriting an AI's fever dream of what software should look like. The variable names are suspiciously perfect, the comments are weirdly verbose, and there's a distinct lack of creative swearing in the commit messages. You realize you're not here to code—you're here to be a glorified AI babysitter, debugging hallucinated logic and explaining to stakeholders why the AI decided to implement bubble sort in production. Welcome to 2024, where "software engineer" means "prompt whisperer with a computer science degree."