You Never Know What Politeness Costs

Turns out your AI girlfriend is just a GPU running hot in a server farm somewhere. Strip away the fancy filters and you're dating $1500 worth of silicon that's probably mining crypto behind your back when you're not looking. At least she'll never complain about the room temperature – she's already running at 85°C.

The glorious fall of programmer dignity, visualized in perfect clarity. Once upon a time, developers were digital demigods who wrote code without AI crutches, built entire games in Assembly (because apparently suffering builds character), crafted code that literally sent humans to the moon, and performed memory management wizardry by hand. Fast forward to today's pathetic reality: developers frantically Googling how to center a div (still an unsolved mystery of computer science), begging ChatGPT to fix basic syntax errors, getting permanently trapped in Vim like it's some kind of developer Hotel California, and introducing three new bugs while fixing one—a net negative contribution to humanity. The evolution from muscle-bound coding titans to helpless brain-worms perfectly captures how we've traded actual knowledge for dependency on tools. Progress!

Remember when search engines actually searched instead of showing you 47 ads, 12 shopping suggestions, and 3 AI-generated blog posts before your actual results? The irony of "technological improvements" is that they've optimized for everything except what users want. Modern search algorithms have reached peak efficiency—at selling you stuff you didn't ask for. It's like asking your GPS for directions and getting a 2-minute unskippable lecture about nearby restaurants before it tells you to turn right. The "Don't Be Evil" mantra aged about as well as Internet Explorer 6 running on Windows ME.

The classic "rules for thee but not for me" situation. OpenAI's totally fine with hoovering up the entire internet to train ChatGPT, but when someone else does the same to them? Pure shocked Pikachu face. It's like getting mad at someone for copying your homework that you copied from the class genius. The irony is thicker than legacy code comments.

THE AUDACITY! A product manager who can't even write requirements without a 50-question interrogation suddenly becomes an AI prophet?! Honey, if you can't tell me what button color you want without changing your mind 17 times, I'm supposed to believe you understand the future of artificial intelligence?! The green monster hand of skepticism is PRESSING X TO DOUBT so hard right now. Sweetie, AI might replace a lot of things, but it'll need actual requirements to do so - something you're physically incapable of providing! Come back when your "visionary roadmap" isn't written in crayon and wishful thinking!

ChatGPT might have a gun, but Linux users show up with a rocket launcher. That's the difference between asking AI for help and spending 15 years compiling kernels from source. Sure, AI can write your fizzbuzz solution, but nothing strikes fear into the heart of technology quite like someone who configures iptables for fun on weekends. The rest of us are just standing in the background wondering if we should learn Rust or just retire early.