The Musk-Guided Development Methodology

Nothing says "we love our users" like dropping a free AI feature that immediately sets fire to your data center. Those poor GPUs, running at 110°C, fans screaming like they're auditioning for a metal band. Meanwhile, DevOps is frantically calculating the electricity bill while the marketing team high-fives over user engagement metrics. The best part? The feature probably could've been implemented with a simple if-statement, but hey—gotta justify those VC millions somehow!

HONEY, THEY'RE NOT EVEN TRYING TO HIDE IT ANYMORE! 💀 The "sophisticated AI" behind health insurance claims is literally just import random and a coin flip between "deny" and "approve"?! I. AM. DECEASED. This is the technological equivalent of discovering your surgeon is actually just two raccoons in a lab coat. The absolute AUDACITY of companies claiming their "advanced algorithms" are anything more than digital dice rolls! Your life-saving medication approval? RANDOM CHANCE, BABY! 🎲

Claiming you've been using ChatGPT since 1996 is like saying you had WiFi in the Middle Ages. For the youngsters: that's Courage the Cowardly Dog typing on a chunky beige PC from when the internet made dial-up sounds that haunted your nightmares. Back then, "AI assistance" meant asking your roommate if they remembered the syntax for a for-loop while they were in the shower. The closest thing to ChatGPT was probably Clippy, and even he couldn't help you reverse a binary tree.

Ah, the classic "AI trying to be human" failure. The dataset shows numbers with their written forms, but then completely breaks when faced with 1111. While humans scream "Eleven Hundred Eleven" with the conviction of someone who's found a bug in production, the AI sits there smugly offering "Oneteen Onety One" like it just invented mathematics. The best part? The AI doesn't even realize it's wrong - just sitting there with that smug cat face, confident in its linguistic abomination. This is why we still have jobs, folks.

Nothing says "I understand your job" like a boss who thinks you're just sitting around waiting to review code written by the CEO's latest AI toy. The little robot asking "What is my purpose?" only to learn it's basically a glorified security audit tool for executive vanity projects is peak corporate absurdity. It's that special kind of existential dread when you realize both you and the robot are trapped in the same ridiculous hierarchy - except the robot at least got a straightforward answer about its pointless existence.

From debugging complex algorithms to flipping burgers at McCode's. The great tech replacement didn't quite pan out as expected, did it? After years of training AI to "automate all the things," it finally mastered the art of stealing your job while leaving you with an apron and a drive-thru window. The irony is delicious—much like the fries you're now serving to the engineers who built your digital replacement. At least you've still got job security... until they build a robot that can wave goodbye better than you can.