Misc.

So, I found myself scurrying through endless corridors of brick, artificial grass, and stone. The walls hummed with a dull digital light, and every turn carried me deeper into a space that felt both sterile and suffocating. Somewhere in the distance, I caught sight of a rat—orange, pixelated—tracing the walls the same way I was. I froze. The rat froze too. Was it chasing me? Was it a reflection in some invisible mirror, meaning that I was the rat? As if I were watching myself in third person, condemned to witness my own movements from outside?

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I had a message in my LinkedIn inbox — one of those recruiter-style pings that usually are just spam. But this one wasn’t targeting full-time engineers. They were looking for university students, part-timers, freelancers — anyone with English comprehension and technical background.

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Abstract

We’re living in a golden age of documentation. Markdown files, detailed wikis, man pages, vendor PDFs, config examples—all right there, one ctrl+f away.\nAnd still, somehow, people would rather take a screenshot, toss it into ChatGPT, rub it like a fucking magic lamp and hope for the best.