Artisanal E-mails

Prompting Our Soul Away

I'm still shaking from what I experienced yesterday.

I saw someone writing an email at the office.

No Claude, No ChatGPT and no Gemini. They were just straight up rawdogging it on their keyboard like an absolute maniac.

You can't imagine the horror when it turned out I was the recipient of their crude e-mail. They didn't get the memo.

We're no longer in the dark ages where we must communicate directly with each other. Yuck!

I hovered my mouse cursor over my inbox but I couldn't bring myself to open their e-mail. I rescued the nightmarish situation by copy-pasting their email into a LLM to bleach the human soul away.

Ah... much better. At least now I don't have to deal with their unoptimized and outdated monkey brain.

I wonder if they will stop sending me artisanal e-mails if I give them bananas?