An Elegy for Jetbrains

I cry over you - tears not ready to let you go; is that warmth still I feel in your cheek? Where are you now, as these agents swarm, causing unending verbose typing, insisting I blindly grope through code bases with fingers crossed? Where are you to save me from endless code errors, the destruction of my lint, barrages of guesses thrown at my poor, abandoned self, too mortal to understand? I cry out for you as I drown in The CLAUDE’s crippled fuzzy search; as the CLI deletes my prompts, born of my sweat and blood, all because I made the unforgivable sin of grazing the wrong key. Save me from the forced exiled wasteland of The VSCODE’s WSL gods. Hear my laments and wrap me again in your warm reassurances of correctness.

Jetbrains, my forever love, here I am, keeping vigil, my heart unwilling to give up faith that you will bring forth my salvation: truly shine your glories into my agentic world, teach them with the mysterious MCP, show them the light of your squigglies, raise up the one true interface to my prompting, bring me safe across the chasm of my WSL, bring unity and understanding to all the languages that spring forth from the root of my monorepo. Oh my first creator, do not let this be our end.

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I guess I'm not the only one? https://www.ycombinator.com/companies/sweep/jobs/8dUn406-founding-engineer-intern