It's Gonna Backfire

Ah, sweet summer child with dreams of "enhancing" the Linux kernel with AI. Linus Torvalds is probably already typing a profanity-laden email explaining why your brilliant idea belongs in the same category as "adding blockchain to grep" or "making systemd even bigger." The Linux kernel maintainers have spent decades perfecting schedulers that can run everything from supercomputers to toasters. But sure, slap some AI on it! While you're at it, why not rewrite the whole thing in JavaScript? Those 9 replies are probably ranging from "please read the kernel documentation first" to "who let the intern on the mailing list again?"

Ah yes, the mythical "real programmer" – that elusive creature who apparently codes everything from scratch using nothing but pure brain power and cosmic vibes. Meanwhile, in reality, the rest of us mortals are over here frantically Googling syntax, copying from Stack Overflow, and begging AI to fix our broken code at 3 AM. The gatekeeping is strong with this one! Next thing you'll tell me "real programmers" only code on punchcards while standing barefoot in the snow, uphill both ways.

The ultimate programming paradox exposed! First frame accuses programmers of not being able to write code without stealing someone else's. Then ChatGPT smugly asks "CAN YOU?" only to be met with a devastating realization in the final frame—neither can AI. The irony is chef's kiss perfect. ChatGPT was literally trained on other people's code from GitHub repos, Stack Overflow answers, and documentation. It's like being called out for plagiarism by someone who memorized the entire library. The circle of theft is now complete!

The evolution of a developer's heart palpitations! While reading documentation keeps your cardiac rhythm steady, copying Stack Overflow code makes it flutter a bit. But blindly pasting AI-generated code? That's cardiac arrest territory. Nothing says "I've given up on understanding what I'm doing" quite like asking ChatGPT to solve your problems and implementing the solution without even a sanity check. The blurrier the heart, the closer you are to being promoted to "Stack Trace Interpreter Intern."

The CEO's face screams "I just made this up for investors" while the CTO's expression is the universal look of someone who knows they'll be debugging a single if-statement with an "AI" label slapped on it at 2AM. Nothing says "enterprise AI solution" like a Python script that occasionally guesses correctly. The CTO's silence speaks volumes—it's the sound of a resume being updated in real-time.

Remember when AI was our cute little sidekick? Now it's the hulking beast that makes us look like the sidekick. Two years ago we were teaching AI to recognize hot dogs. Today it's writing code faster than I can come up with excuses for why my PR isn't ready. Pretty sure next year I'll be fetching coffee for my AI overlord while it refactors my career into obsolescence. Still, at least I know where the power button is... for now.