I saw the best coders of my generation strung out on prompts, jittering in the glow of midnight dashboards, hunting a cleaner compile, vibe-junkies chasing the perfect output through sleepless loops, fingers trembling over keys like glass pipes, who mainlined snippets and swallowed tokens whole, riding the quick high of coherence before the crash of errors, who bartered context like contraband in back-channel threads, whispering fixes no one could reproduce by morning, who burned their days...