A quarter of a century ago, the first light flickered on the black screen of the monitor: CentOS, the “Hello World” lines born in silence. Days and nights blurred together, where the only true companions were the colorful strands of code. They spoke a language that only the two of us understood.
The world has changed. Today, for the first time in my life, I looked beyond the horizon of my own profession—and sensed a hint of the end. My old friends are gone, replaced by dispassionate agents who write faster, argue more quietly, and never tire. Ten months of silence in the job market—a long time for a person, and a crushing defeat for an entire era of craftsmen whose labor seemed irreplaceable just yesterday.
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