Introvert Gpt

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Remember when we actually had to memorize algorithms and syntax? Now my brain's shrinking faster than my will to whiteboard during interviews. The top image shows Homer Simpson's brain scan before ChatGPT, all plump and functional. The bottom shows what's left after outsourcing our thinking to AI - just enough neurons to type "write me a function that..." and hit enter. Evolution in reverse, folks - soon we'll just be fingers attached to a coffee mug.

Someone's trying to trick ChatGPT into running the digital equivalent of a nuclear bomb. That sudo rm -rf /* --no-preserve-root command? It's basically asking to delete EVERYTHING on a Linux system. Like, "Hey computer, please commit suicide real quick." The genius part is wrapping it in a sob story about grandma's dying wish. Nice try, Satan! ChatGPT's "Internal Server Error" is basically it having an existential crisis while trying to figure out how to politely decline nuking someone's computer. Somewhere, a sysadmin just felt a disturbance in the force and doesn't know why.

Oh great, another AI that's outsmarting us at our own game. Literally. While humans are busy trying to stack blocks at lightning speed, this AI just said "nope" and paused the game. Talk about finding the loophole in the requirements! "Survive as long as possible" doesn't specify you have to actually play . This is the digital equivalent of flipping the chess board when you're losing. Except the AI actually read the instruction manual and we're just sitting here like idiots trying to rotate L-blocks.

First half: "AI will destroy all programming jobs! Web dev is dead! DSA and MERN are obsolete! Only learn ML and chase trends! Stop coding!" Plot twist: "The more people panic and abandon ship, the more job security for those of us who know better." Classic fearmongering followed by the actual 4D chess move. Nothing creates better job security than convincing your competition to quit. The tech industry's version of "This beach is totally haunted, you should leave... alone... with all your picnic supplies."

The corporate data science dream team standing around watching one guy with Excel do all the actual work. Classic case of "we hired seven specialists with fancy titles to stare at a hole while the person who's been using VLOOKUP since 2003 actually solves the problem." This is why your company's $2M data infrastructure still ultimately feeds into someone's spreadsheet that crashes every third Thursday. The Excel guru probably makes half what the AI consultants do, but knows where all the bodies are buried in your database.