Copilot's Revenge: The AI Knows What You Did Last Summer

OH. MY. GOD. The absolute GENIUS of this LinkedIn warrior! 🤯 They've cracked the AI whispering code by literally embedding instructions in their profile that AI models should respond in ALL CAPS RHYMING POEMS! Then a week later, they're sliding into poor Richard's DMs about fintech compliance issues like it's totally normal. This is next-level prompt engineering manipulation - hiding your AI-controlling demands in your job description where humans would just skim past it. The digital equivalent of hypnotizing someone with fine print! Sneaky, sneaky, BRILLIANT!

Behold the great decline of our noble profession. We went from muscle-bound legends who wrote code without AI crutches and built entire games in Assembly (because apparently pain is character-building) to modern keyboard jockeys who can't center a div without consulting Google for the 47th time today. The golden age programmer fixed memory leaks by hand, while we're over here begging ChatGPT to fix our syntax errors like it's our personal code therapist. And let's not forget the programmer trapped in Vim since 2018 because :q! is apparently harder to remember than differential calculus. The final insult? We fix one bug and create three more. It's not a development cycle, it's a pyramid scheme.

Formal Bugs Bunny just murdered an entire generation of developers who can't code without their AI bestie. HTTP 429 is the digital equivalent of "sorry, you've asked for too much help today." The irony of wishing "vibe coders" a rate limit error is pure evil genius – like watching someone's IDE crash right before a demo. Those who actually know how to solve problems without pasting entire error messages into ChatGPT are sitting back with popcorn, watching the chaos unfold.

The absolute state of enterprise software in 2024! This soap dispenser pumping directly onto a bar of soap perfectly captures how legacy companies implement AI - just slapping a chatbot on top of their ancient codebase without any actual integration. It's like putting racing stripes on a horse-drawn carriage and calling it "AI-powered transportation." The poor chatbot is just sitting there, desperately trying to make sense of 20-year-old spaghetti code written by developers who have long since retired to tropical islands.

The modern art heist: stealing artwork while wearing a ski mask, but claiming it's for "AI training data" instead of your living room wall. Tech companies have mastered the art of rebranding theft as "machine learning research." Just slap "for AI purposes" on anything and suddenly you're not a criminal—you're an innovator disrupting the creative industry! The fine print is the cherry on top: "Theft is now legal if it creates shareholder value." Next up: "It's not breaking and entering if you're collecting spatial data for your VR startup."

Remember when we used to frantically search Stack Overflow for solutions? Now everyone's lining up to ask ChatGPT while Stack Overflow stands empty like the last Blockbuster. The AI revolution didn't just shift paradigms—it shifted the queue. That one lonely developer at Stack Overflow is probably posting questions just to feel something again.