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The classic technical debt has come due! Our protagonist spent 1.5 years building a house of cards with ChatGPT as the foundation. Now they're facing a monitored VM environment where their AI lifeline is severed, and they've got 21 hours to learn what they should've spent 1.5 years studying. This is like trying to cram for a swimming test after pretending to be Michael Phelps while secretly using floaties. The controlled environment is the ultimate "runtime error" for someone who's been copy-pasting their way through education! The irony is delicious - they've been training an AI to code instead of training themselves. Now they're contemplating risking academic dishonesty or cramming an entire Java curriculum overnight. Talk about a self-inflicted NullPointerException to their career!

The classic startup founder strategy: drop buzzwords like "AI" and "ML" while looking suspiciously like a baby in a tuxedo threatening investors. Nothing says "I'm totally qualified to run a tech company" like combining artificial intelligence jargon with mild extortion! The tiny suit really sells the "I've definitely completed multiple successful exits" vibe. VC funding secured in 3... 2... 1...

The sacred men's room code: stare straight ahead, no talking, and definitely no AI productivity tool recommendations while someone's mid-stream. Nothing worse than being cornered at the urinal by the office AI evangelist explaining how GitHub Copilot will save your career with those made-up productivity percentages. Just let me pee in peace before telling me I'll be automated out of existence, thanks.

When GitHub Copilot writes your resume for you and decides to include a confession. Nothing says "hire me" quite like letting your AI assistant admit you're "not a good programmer" right after listing all your skills. At least the Tab Accept button is right there to quickly embrace your new identity crisis.

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.

The ultimate AI reverse uno card. Someone asks ChatGPT if it can write code without copying from others, and ChatGPT fires back with "No, can you?" Brutal existential burn considering literally none of us write code from scratch anymore. We're all just professional Stack Overflow archaeologists with fancy job titles. The irony is delicious—humans accusing AI of plagiarism while we're all just remixing snippets and libraries that someone else built. At least the AI is honest about it.