Ai Gona Replace Programmers

Imagine inheriting a dumpster fire of AI-generated spaghetti code, and someone thinks you can fix everything from authentication to CI/CD with the budget that wouldn't even cover your therapy sessions after seeing the codebase. That $2,500 budget is the real joke here. That's not even enough for the coffee you'll need to stay awake while deciphering what the hell the AI was thinking when it generated this monstrosity. This is the modern tech equivalent of "I need you to rebuild the Titanic using only duct tape and a tight deadline. Oh, and can you make it unsinkable this time?"

Grammar correction in the wild. King declares himself "the dumbest man alive," only to be immediately dethroned when someone mentions "AI prompt engineering is the future." The true champion of ignorance has been found. Happens to the best of us—one minute you're the dumbest person in the room, then someone walks in talking about their revolutionary prompt that just says "make it good" with fifteen exclamation points.

Someone discovered "vibe coding" with AI and thinks they're a developer now. Next week they'll discover what debugging AI-generated code is like when their app crashes in production and the error message is just "vibes were off." The honeymoon phase of AI coding always ends when you realize the AI confidently wrote 300 lines of beautiful nonsense that imports packages that don't exist.

Nothing says "I care about this project" quite like a 47-paragraph ticket that reads like a doctoral thesis but was actually generated by ChatGPT in 3 seconds. You open it expecting clarity, instead you get five pages of corporate buzzwords, redundant acceptance criteria, and suspiciously perfect formatting. The real kicker? Buried somewhere in paragraph 23 is the actual requirement: "make button blue." Meanwhile you're sitting there like a rain-soaked anime protagonist, dead inside, knowing you'll have to parse through this AI slop to figure out what they actually want. The ticket looks impressive in standup though, so there's that.

Ah yes, the classic "become a data scientist in 50 days" roadmap. Master Python in 5 days, R in another 5, and calculus in a weekend. By day 41, you're predicting which passengers survive the Titanic—a task that's apparently more complex than learning an entire programming language. The most realistic part? The Titanic project sinking just like your expectations when you realize actual data science requires years of study, not a 7-week crash course.

When your senior dev says "just vibed my way through this code" and now you're staring into the abyss of nested if-statements and undocumented functions that somehow work through sheer cosmic luck. The top panel shows the carefree bliss of writing spaghetti code with zero documentation, while the bottom reveals your soul being slowly crushed as you try to understand why there's a random sleep(3000) in the middle of a critical function. Bonus points if the AI-generated code includes comments like "// magic happens here" and "// don't touch this or everything breaks".