Last week, I launched a new project, and boom—users flocked to it like seagulls to a dropped french fry. Sure, there were a few bugs at first (okay, maybe more than a few), but I squashed most of them within a day thanks to some intense pair programming sessions with Claude. Honestly, Claude works harder than a barista during the morning rush—no breaks, no complaints. The product's already making money, which is great because my coffee addiction isn’t cheap.

Four days in, I’m still fine-tuning with Claude, who, unlike humans, doesn’t need to sleep or binge-watch TV shows to recharge. But here’s the thing—I’ve started to miss humans. You know, someone to laugh with, someone who can cry over a sad movie or surprise me with an offbeat joke. AI is great and all, but it’s like playing chess against yourself—you always know the next move. Humans, with all their glorious unpredictability, are like plot twists in a sitcom: unexpected and irreplaceable. What do you think?