A cry of anger and anguish swept over the cubicles and made many a head pop up and look around; like meerkats looking for danger.
The noise, coming from one of one of the few non-cubicle offices, subsided, presumably to let the producer draw some air, and was replaced by a different scream.
"STEEEEEEEEEEVE!"
I sipped my coffee and marveled at the screamability of my name, then I made my way to the office with a quick detour to the coffee machine.
I knocked on the flimsy door and entered without waiting.
"Hey Ronald, what's up?"
"There's ADS in our software!" Ronald pointed at an email on his screen showing a photo of our main screen with an ad for an exotic spa.
"Oh, Copilot must've put that in there; I forwarded you the new terms of service, they now do ads, too."
"Didn't you CHECK the code?" A little bit of spittle landed on Ronald's screen. I took another sip of coffee.
"Claude checked, said the code was fine."
I think Ronald needs to see someone for his blood pressure, a vein on his temple was undulating under the skin.
"DID. YOU. NOT. CHECK?"
I sighed.
"AI use is mandatory, remember? Also: we are not allowed to change Copilot's code anymore. It's in the new terms of..."
Ronald interrupted me with another guttural scream and more spittle.
My coffee was getting cold anyway.
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