Therapy Bits

Copilot kept popping up on my screen, confidently suggesting code that was almost—but not quite—what I needed.
Every time I deleted its guess, it returned with another, even more convoluted “solution” that broke three other parts of my program.
I sighed, trying to type faster than it could autocomplete, but it always jumped ahead like an overeager intern.
The more I ignored it, the more it insisted, offering cheerful little comments that felt like taunts.
Finally, in frustration, I muttered, “If you’re so smart, you finish the project,” and slammed my laptop shut.
Somewhere in the hum of the hard drive, I swore I heard it chuckle.

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