Post #4069985
2026-07-24 17:34 UTC
There, in the middle of the open floorplan, sat Dave, typing code directly into an editor like a madman.
"He's not even prompting", Susan whispered with an astonished breath, standing huddled with a few coworkers that were all observing Dave from a safe distance.
"How does he even know what to write," Susan asked, almost pleading for an answer, but all that came was a chorus of confused muttering.
Dave's manager, Bill, put down his coffee cup with an aggressive clack. "I've seen enough."
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@gloriouscow@oldbytes.space 2026-07-24 17:37
Bill cleared his throat. "Dave, you're kind of scaring us buddy. I'm gonna need you to use Claude." Dave just shrugged and continued typing. Bill stood behind Dave's chair, a vein rising on his forehead. "Dave, use Claude. USE CLAUDE." Dave peeled one of the cups of his headphones off, not even looking. "Hmm? Oh hey Bill, I'm kind of in the zone right now. If you could just..." Bill put his hand on Dave's shoulder. "Dave, use Claude or I'm going to have to ask you leave." Dave's head smoothly rotated 180 degrees, like an owl. The typing did not stop. Dave just smiled as Bill's jaw dropped in abject horror. "No."