I Am Nothing Without AI

The duality of modern coding life. First panel: "OMG, GitHub Copilot is free in VS Code?!" *frantically puts on glasses to see clearly* Second panel: "Wait... my code is free for GitHub Copilot?" *realization sets in* Remember when we used to worry about other devs stealing our code? Now we're feeding the AI overlords our precious algorithms so they can regurgitate them to junior devs who'll get paid more than us. The circle of tech life, folks.

What you're witnessing is the digital equivalent of rehearsing a conversation in the shower. This AI is having an existential crisis over how to respond to a simple greeting, overthinking every social nuance like it's defusing a bomb. Six seconds of computational anxiety just to say "Hi" back. Honestly, more relatable than most of my human interactions.

Oh god, this is brilliant. Just imagine all those LinkedIn posts now: "Our new cocaine-powered chatbot will revolutionize customer service!" or "Top 10 ways cocaine will disrupt your industry!" The tech hype cycle and the actual cocaine cycle have the same phases: initial euphoria, inflated expectations, crushing disappointment, and somehow still costing you all your money. The only difference is one crashes after 20 minutes and the other after your next funding round.

Nothing says family bonding like your dad confidently proclaiming your career's imminent doom. The classic "AI will replace programmers" statement—delivered with the same certainty as "you should've been a doctor" and "have you tried turning it off and on again?" Meanwhile, programmers everywhere are writing the AI that supposedly will replace them, debugging its hallucinations, and fixing its broken dependencies. The irony is thicker than legacy code comments. But sure, Dad. I guarantee the robots will take my job right after they figure out how to untangle my spaghetti code and decipher what "// TODO: fix this later" actually means.

The future of accountability in the AI coding era. Run git blame all you want, but Copilot leaves no fingerprints at the scene of the crime. Just you, staring at suspicious code that writes itself, wondering if you'll ever need to remember how semicolons work again.

BEHOLD! The two genders of tech bros: those who scoff at astrology while those SAME MEN will literally build an entire neural network to figure out if their crush likes them back! 💀 Like, sweetie, you're writing complex AI algorithms with multi-head attention mechanisms to predict relationship outcomes when you could just TEXT HER?! The DRAMA of using gradient descent to calculate the probability of getting back together instead of therapy is just... *chef's kiss* peak engineer behavior! Who needs Mercury retrograde when you've got matrix calculations to tell you you're still single? ICONIC.