We Are Also Feeding It Code

Remember when we could just code without limits? Now we're all sobbing into our keyboards after ChatGPT hits us with that sweet "you've reached your usage limit" message. Suddenly you're forced to remember how to write a for-loop without AI assistance, like some kind of caveman programmer from 2021. The tears are real when you realize you'll have to debug your own code until your credit card statement resets.

The uncanny parallel between gambling addiction and our newfound AI dependency is frighteningly accurate . On the left: traditional gambling. On the right: the modern developer's slot machine—AI prompting. Both promising quick riches while delivering mostly disappointment. The self-delusion is identical. "One more spin" becomes "one more prompt." The house always wins, but in coding, it's your cursor (and the AI companies collecting your prompts). My favorite part? That moment of clarity when you realize you've spent 3 hours prompt-engineering something you could've coded in 20 minutes. It's like waking up in Vegas with empty pockets and a newfound appreciation for your day job.

Oh, the beautiful irony! Training AI to spew corporate buzzwords and then mistaking that for consciousness is like thinking your parrot understands quantum physics because it can squawk "synergy" and "circle back." Turns out the Turing test is just asking, "Can you use the phrase 'let's take this offline' without actually solving anything?" If meaningless jargon is the benchmark for intelligence, we've been working with artificial intelligence in management for decades!

Nothing quite like spending 60 hours a week coding your own obsolescence. The snake eating its tail is the perfect metaphor for us building AI tools that will eventually replace us. "Just one more automation script and I'll have more time to work on important things" – said right before automating yourself out of a job. It's like sawing off the branch you're sitting on, but with better version control.

The new tech bro just dropped: the Power Proompter. This magnificent creature spends $200/month on ChatGPT subscriptions while simultaneously dropping $2000 on an RTX4090 to run local models—because irony is dead. They're convinced that "prompt engineering" is the new computer science degree and frantically warn everyone that traditional programmers will be extinct faster than dinosaurs facing that asteroid. The best part? They guard their precious prompts like they're the nuclear launch codes while slapping "Proomt Engineer" on their LinkedIn because spelling is apparently optional in this brave new AI world.

The robot overlord declares AI will replace programmers if it gets "clear customer needs and detailed specs" while below, a product manager sits calmly stating "the customer want a button that does stuff." Plot twist: programmers' job security isn't threatened by AI but protected by the eternal vagueness of requirements. The mythical "detailed spec" is rarer than a bug-free first commit. Even quantum computers couldn't parse "make it pop" or "just like Amazon but better."