Hi #fediverse. We need to talk about something.

While talking to a colleague about how I recently learned most people have never sat on a cow it came up that she has never sat on a horse. Like, not even once during childhood.

Another colleague admitted they also have never sat on a horse.

My hypothesis is that most people have at one point in their life sat on a horse.

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Have you sat on a horse?

Please boost for scientific accuracy.

S N O R E

#catsofmastodon

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.

#microfiction #aislop #enshittification #writing #smallstories #tootfic