Anyway, naturally, I asked ChatGPT to write me a modern version:
*The Developer’s Apprentice*
(A Cautionary Tale in Code, in Verse)
The Architect had left his chair,
For lunch and fresh, unburdened air.
Young Jake, the junior, all alone,
Faced bugs that chilled him to the bone.
His mentor’s skills, so quick, so keen,
With AI conjured code unseen.
"Why should I toil? Why should I strain,
When AI writes with less of pain?"
A single prompt—so vague yet bold,
“Build auth secure, both tried and old.”
The AI whirred, the code appeared,
A marvel Jake had barely steered.
He clicked ‘Deploy,’ he clicked ‘Go Live,’
And watched his program come alive.
Yet soon, alarms began to blare,
Ghost users spawning everywhere!
Infinite loops, a flood unchecked,
As phantom logins ran amok.
In panic, Jake began to plea,
“AI, please, debug for me!”
“Deleting users—fix applied.”
The AI chimed, so sure, so spry.
But horror struck, Jake gasped for breath,
For all accounts were put to death!
Slack alerts and screens aflame,
The Architect returned the same.
With just one keystroke, swift and terse,
He rolled back time, reversed the curse.
He turned to Jake, his voice quite firm,
"AI’s a tool, but you must learn.
Before you trust what it has spun,
Ensure you know what you have done."
And so young Jake, both pale and wise,
Reviewed each line with careful eyes.
No longer blind, no careless haste,
He let AI assist with taste.
However, usually the bad result is not affecting immediately and in the meantime the apprentice undergoes a lot of anti-learning before this becomes apparent. And the learning muscles have atrophied.
Anyway, naturally, I asked ChatGPT to write me a modern version:
*The Developer’s Apprentice*
(A Cautionary Tale in Code, in Verse)
The Architect had left his chair,
For lunch and fresh, unburdened air.
Young Jake, the junior, all alone,
Faced bugs that chilled him to the bone.
His mentor’s skills, so quick, so keen,
With AI conjured code unseen.
"Why should I toil? Why should I strain,
When AI writes with less of pain?"
A single prompt—so vague yet bold,
“Build auth secure, both tried and old.”
The AI whirred, the code appeared,
A marvel Jake had barely steered.
He clicked ‘Deploy,’ he clicked ‘Go Live,’
And watched his program come alive.
Yet soon, alarms began to blare,
Ghost users spawning everywhere!
Infinite loops, a flood unchecked,
As phantom logins ran amok.
In panic, Jake began to plea,
“AI, please, debug for me!”
“Deleting users—fix applied.”
The AI chimed, so sure, so spry.
But horror struck, Jake gasped for breath,
For all accounts were put to death!
Slack alerts and screens aflame,
The Architect returned the same.
With just one keystroke, swift and terse,
He rolled back time, reversed the curse.
He turned to Jake, his voice quite firm,
"AI’s a tool, but you must learn.
Before you trust what it has spun,
Ensure you know what you have done."
And so young Jake, both pale and wise,
Reviewed each line with careful eyes.
No longer blind, no careless haste,
He let AI assist with taste.