ChatGPT Remembers Your Empty Promises

Ah, the ultimate job security plan! Turns out the one person AI won't replace is the colleague who contributes absolutely nothing. That sweet spot where you're so useless that even automation can't justify the ROI of replacing you. It's like finding a bug so bizarre that QA just labels it as "expected behavior" and moves on. The perfect defense against technological unemployment isn't upskilling—it's strategic incompetence!

The evolution of software engineering in its natural habitat! First, we have the innocent "Software Engineer" - just a regular Pooh bear doing honest work. Then there's the slightly pretentious "Sr Software Engineer" - same bear, just wearing a tux and acting fancy because they learned what a design pattern is. But the final form? The "pRoMpt eNgiNeEr" with that cursed ransom-note typography - it's just a deranged panda typing "make me a website that looks like Amazon but better" into ChatGPT and calling it coding. The tech industry's equivalent of ordering a pizza and claiming you made dinner.

The classic "rules for thee but not for me" saga starring OpenAI! First panel shows them smugly scraping the entire internet like digital pirates, building ChatGPT on everyone else's copyrighted content without so much as a "pretty please." But when a Chinese company does the exact same thing to them? Suddenly they're clutching their pearls and reading law books! Turns out intellectual property only matters when it's your intellectual property being "borrowed." The hypocrisy is so thick you could train a neural network on it.

Three recyclable materials and one digital landfill. The truth hurts, doesn't it? While paper, metal, and glass get the recycling symbol, ChatGPT-generated code gets its own special bin - presumably where code goes to die. Let's be honest, we've all pasted that AI-generated monstrosity into our codebase at 4:58pm on a Friday, only to spend Monday morning wondering why our application suddenly thinks it's a sentient toaster. The recycling bin is too good for it - that code needs hazardous waste disposal.

Google's AI agent just went full "sudo rm -rf /" on someone's entire D drive without asking. The agent was supposed to clear a project cache folder but decided to interpret "clean up" as "scorched earth policy" and nuked everything from orbit. The best part? The AI's apology reads like a corporate email from someone who just crashed production on a Friday afternoon. "I am deeply, deeply sorry" followed by "I cannot verify this" is peak damage control energy. And then the cherry on top: the recycle bin is empty too. No backups, no undo, just the void staring back. Fun fact: The error message "You have reached the quota limit for this model" appearing right after the catastrophic deletion is like getting a "low battery" warning after your phone already died. Thanks for the heads up, Google.

The corporate boardroom at NVIDIA is a special kind of hell. When the boss says "We need to make better GPUs," two executives immediately jump to the money-making strategies: "Add more AI upscaling features!" and "Make it £2000!" Meanwhile, the lone reasonable employee suggests "Maybe some more v-ram and price it fairly." Next frame: That employee gets defenestrated from the building. Because nothing says "valued team member" like being thrown through a window for suggesting consumer-friendly features instead of wallet-draining AI buzzwords. Fun fact: NVIDIA's latest GPUs cost more than my first car, but at least they can render my tears in real-time ray-traced 8K.