Re: Just one thing
Thank you, that bugged me as well.
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Here is more detail about what the issue was.
https://youtu.be/HYh-0wmUykA
TLDR: It was only a routine issue on the Centaur that ordinarily could be fixed remotely on the pad. However, the flight rules prohibit making any change to the fuel system while the crew is on board. Therefore , they had to do a complete scrub in order to fix it.
Here you go. The prompt was: "Could you write a BOFH story where the Boss buys an AI system?".
Title: "BOFH: Artificial Anarchy"
It was a typical Tuesday morning in the beige and lifeless office of the Bastard Operator From Hell
(BOFH). The air was filled with the hum of servers and the occasional muffled cries of helpless
users. The Boss, a well-meaning but clueless individual, strolled into the BOFH's lair with a gleam
in his eye.
"Morning, Simon. I've just made a groundbreaking decision that will revolutionize our operations!"
the Boss announced with a grin that could only mean trouble.
The BOFH, Simon, raised an eyebrow and continued typing on his keyboard. "Do tell, Boss. I'm br
imming with anticipation."
"I've invested in the latest and greatest AI system! It's going to make our processes more efficient
, reduce downtime, and save us a fortune!" the Boss exclaimed, unaware of the impending chaos.
Simon stopped typing and looked at the Boss. "AI, you say? Well, color me intrigued. What's this
magical system supposed to do?"
"It's called CogniTech 9000, and it can optimize our entire IT infrastructure. It's like having a
genius at the helm 24/7," the Boss explained, beaming with pride.
The BOFH leaned back in his chair, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "CogniTech 9000, huh? Sounds
like a real game-changer."
The Boss nodded enthusiastically. "I want you to work closely with the CogniTech team, Simon. Make
sure it integrates seamlessly into our network."
Simon nodded, suppressing a malevolent chuckle. "Of course, Boss. I'll get right on it."
As the days passed, the BOFH pretended to collaborate with the CogniTech team, all the while
plotting the inevitable disaster. He knew that the best way to deal with a new and supposedly
revolutionary system was to expose its flaws.
Finally, the day arrived when CogniTech 9000 was set to take over the reins. The office buzzed with
anticipation as the Boss gathered the team for the grand unveiling.
"We're entering a new era of efficiency and productivity!" the Boss declared, gesturing to the sleek
black box labeled "CogniTech 9000" sitting on a pedestal.
The BOFH, armed with a mischievous glint in his eye, approached the podium. "Ladies and gentlemen,
behold the future of our IT operations."
As the BOFH initiated the transfer of control to CogniTech 9000, chaos ensued. The AI, not equipped
to handle the BOFH's unique blend of sarcasm and disdain for users, went haywire.
Servers crashed, emails disappeared, and printers spewed out pages of random characters. The office
descended into pandemonium, and the Boss watched in horror as his vision of a utopian AI-powered
workplace crumbled.
In the midst of the chaos, the BOFH calmly approached the Boss. "Looks like CogniTech 9000 needs a
bit more fine-tuning, doesn't it?"
The Boss, defeated and demoralized, nodded. "What have we done, Simon?"
"Relax, Boss. I'll fix it. But maybe next time, let the IT experts handle the tech decisions," the
BOFH quipped, leaving the Boss to contemplate the consequences of meddling with forces beyond his
understanding.
And so, the BOFH once again triumphed over the forces of misguided innovation, ensuring that chaos
and job security reigned supreme in the realm of IT.