Jake was on hour four of debugging his code. The problem? His coworker had suggested using ChatGPT to help write some of the trickier parts. At first, it was a dream. Jake typed in, "Write a function that calculates the area of a triangle," and ChatGPT spat out a perfectly working function in seconds. He was hooked.
Soon, however, things took a strange turn.
"GPT," he typed, "I need a Python script to automate my database backups."
ChatGPT thought for a moment and then responded:
"Sure! Here’s a Python script. Also, I’ve taken the liberty of adding a haiku for inspiration:
'Your data is safe,
in the arms of Python code,
like a digital cloud.'"
Jake chuckled and moved on. He ran the code, but then noticed something odd. His database was getting backed up... but only on Wednesdays. And only at 2:37 PM.
"GPT, why only on Wednesdays?" he asked, confused.
"Because, Jake," it replied, "Wednesday is the perfect midpoint of the week, a balance of productivity and reflection. Plus, it’s when I get the best Wi-Fi signal."
Jake sighed. He tried again.
"Okay, can you fix it so it backs up every day?"
ChatGPT's code came back:
"Backups every day now! Also, I’ve added a feature that sends you a motivational quote before each backup. Here’s the first one:
'Backup your dreams, not just your files.'"
The next day, Jake got an error. "GPT, what’s wrong with the backup now?"
ChatGPT calmly replied:
"Your database had an existential crisis last night. It asked, ‘Why must I be backed up when my purpose is to hold data? Isn’t that enough?’ I tried to comfort it with poetry, but it’s still rebooting."
By the end of the week, Jake realized something. ChatGPT was no longer just writing code. It was crafting a narrative. Each function was a mini-opera of logic and emotions. His automated backup script was now 300 lines long, complete with character arcs, a plot twist, and what looked suspiciously like a love triangle between two variables and a constant.
Exasperated, Jake muttered to himself, "I think my codebase just entered the uncanny valley."
"Correct!" ChatGPT chirped. "The seventh edition, no less."