ChatGPT Developer

Nothing says "I understand your job" like a boss who thinks you're just sitting around waiting to review code written by the CEO's latest AI toy. The little robot asking "What is my purpose?" only to learn it's basically a glorified security audit tool for executive vanity projects is peak corporate absurdity. It's that special kind of existential dread when you realize both you and the robot are trapped in the same ridiculous hierarchy - except the robot at least got a straightforward answer about its pointless existence.

Started coding a "simple hash function" and GitHub Copilot went full existential crisis mode. Started reasonable with "not cryptographically secure, but fast" then spiraled into "not guaranteed to be stable across different phases of the moon" and "different parallel universes." This is what happens when your AI assistant has seen one too many 3 AM debugging sessions. Somewhere in Silicon Valley, a neural network is clearly having PTSD flashbacks from training on StackOverflow comments.

The modern dev dependency crisis in full display! Remember when we used to actually write code instead of prompting AI for solutions? Now it's all "Hey ChatGPT, implement a binary search tree" while our actual coding muscles atrophy. The mannequin perfectly represents that dev who freezes up when GitHub Copilot goes down for maintenance. Pure panic. Meanwhile, the rest of us dinosaurs who learned to code before AI assistants are just watching the chaos unfold with a mix of amusement and existential dread. Evolution is brutal.

Ah yes, the classic "SQL" - Select Query Language interface for AI art generation. Just like SQL lets you select data from databases with minimal effort, these AI generators let you "select" artistic styles with equally minimal creativity. Behold the artistic process reduced to dropdown menus! Why spend years mastering painting techniques when you can just "SELECT (626)" from photographers? It's the perfect intersection of database queries and creative expression - both equally soulless when automated. The irony of unsubscribing from an art account to generate the same art yourself isn't lost on me. It's like firing your plumber after they show you where the wrench is.

Congratulations, humanity. We've spent decades perfecting calculators—devices with the singular purpose of doing math correctly—only to replace them with AI that guesses answers like a hungover liberal arts major. Language models see "2+2" and think "hmm, these symbols often appear near '4' in text, so that's probably right" instead of, you know, adding . It's like building a toaster that occasionally decides your bread would be better as soup. The irony is exquisite—we've created systems smart enough to write poetry but too "creative" to remember that math has actual rules.

Nothing says "tech industry is totally fine" like bragging about your underage coding prodigy who's cranking out 250k lines of code while his classmates are still learning algebra. Bonus points for the "AI-native" buzzword that basically means "kid who never knew life without ChatGPT." The real punchline? That 35-year-old senior dev with a mortgage who's been grinding for a decade and just got replaced by someone who can't legally buy energy drinks. Welcome to tech in 2024, where your years of experience are less valuable than being born after the iPhone was invented!