I’m feeling hungry, so I go to my kitchen and turn on the stove. I inadvertently have the handle of the frying pan sitting above the flame and when I go to pick up the pan my entire hand melts off in an instant.

Looking down at my baby son as he wriggles and twists in my arms I think about all the things that a normal parent should be thinking: ‘what a beautiful boy’, ‘so much potential’, ‘I can’t wait until I no longer need to change his nappies’.

You: Good morning ChatGPT 6! Nice to meet you.

As I walked through the lonesome park I felt a presence at my side. A white glow heralded the entrance of an Angel into the material world and I turned and stared in disbelief at the (reasonably tall) angelic-looking man standing before me.

‘Our ad conversions are absolutely terrible’

I knew from day one that if we didn’t add Rust, Kafka, and Microservice to Clipbox’s architecture, we were f*cked.