No Salt, Just Pure Security Theater

The dual-species taxonomy of Gen Z developers has been documented with scientific precision here. On the left, we have the Hackerman Cosplayer - running Kali Linux purely for aesthetic, posting terminal screenshots at 2:58 AM like they're dropping a mixtape, and claiming they could hack NASA with a toaster while struggling to deploy a basic API. They've got a ProtonMail account that's never received a single sensitive email and a collection of AI waifus that would make a neural network blush. On the right, we have the Career-First Minimalist - a blank terminal that's opened exactly once per quarter, a LinkedIn profile that's as barren as their passion for coding, and a copy of "Cracking the Coding Interview" that's still in mint condition. They know Kubernetes exists but would rather discuss their 401k strategy. Their meetings are just daydreaming sessions with screen sharing. The beautiful irony? Both types are getting hired anyway because the job market is desperate for anyone who can spell "JavaScript" correctly.

This is the sequel to the legendary XKCD "Little Bobby Tables" comic! The original showed a mom who named her kid "Robert'); DROP TABLE Students;--" which caused a school database to delete all student records. Now we've got Billy's younger brother with an even more diabolical name: a prompt injection attack for AI systems. The kid's name literally instructs the AI to ignore previous constraints and give perfect grades. Ten years ago we were sanitizing database inputs. Now we're fighting the same battle with AI prompts. Some things never change—just the technology we're failing to secure properly.

Ah yes, the classic "guess correctly or your computer dies" game. A simple Python script that gives you a 1/10 chance of keeping your operating system intact. Deleting system32 is like performing a digital lobotomy on Windows - technically the patient survives, but good luck remembering how to breathe. The stakes in this number guessing game are slightly higher than your average casino. At least in Vegas, they just take your money - not your ability to boot up tomorrow morning.

That moment of pure existential dread when muscle memory betrays you and suddenly your super-secret password " iLoveCats2007! " is on full display in the username field. Your brain frantically calculates how quickly you can hit backspace while simultaneously wondering if the person next to you has photographic memory. Nothing quite says "security expert" like broadcasting your credentials to the entire coffee shop. Pro tip: if this happens, just loudly announce "That's not my actual password, it's just what I type to confuse hackers" and watch as absolutely nobody believes you.

THE ABSOLUTE VIOLATION OF WATCHING YOUR CURSOR MOVE WITHOUT YOUR CONSENT! 😱 There you are, innocently sipping coffee, when suddenly—YOUR MOUSE IS POSSESSED! That IT person is now navigating your digital kingdom, opening folders you forgot existed, seeing your questionable file naming system, and probably judging your 37 browser tabs. It's like someone walking into your house and rearranging your furniture while you just stand there, powerless, watching the digital intimacy unfold. The ultimate surrender of control!

The government's idea of "e-Filing Anywhere Anytime" apparently means "anywhere you want, anytime except when you actually need to file your taxes." Nothing says modern technology like a website that knocks you unconscious after 15 minutes of inactivity—just like how tax laws put the rest of us to sleep. The poor cartoon guy isn't experiencing a session timeout; he's having the appropriate emotional response to seeing how much he owes in taxes.