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Deep Seek vs ChatGPT: The AI War That’s Sending Me to Overtime

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The arrival of Deep Seek has turned the stock market upside down, and as the financial world collapses around me, I’m left wondering if my own investments will survive the chaos. Between frantic passengers discussing the AI war and the growing possibility of overtime, I’m starting to think my job as a bus driver might be the only thing holding together some semblance of normalcy in a world gone mad with tech.

The AI Showdown That’s Making Me Rethink My Shift

It wasn’t just another day in the world of AI. Deep Seek had arrived, and the financial markets were having an absolute meltdown. Stocks were in freefall, investors were panicking, and somewhere, a hedge fund manager was probably crying into their artisanal oat milk latte.

And here I was, behind the wheel of my bus, watching the chaos unfold in real time.

From the moment I started my shift, I knew something was off. The usual passenger debates, who should give up their seat, whether the weather app can be trusted, had been replaced by full-scale financial hysteria.

Illustration of a chaotic stock market with digital icons representing Artificial Intelligence, symbolising the rivalry between China and the USA in tech, with market graphs plummeting and contrasting AI elements in the background.
The battle for AI dominance between China and the USA shakes the stock market, with uncertainty and chaos sweeping through financial markets

"Deep Seek has completely shaken the market!" someone gasped, clutching their phone.

"Yeah, well, my tech investments have completely shaken my faith in financial stability," muttered another, staring at what I assumed was a stock-tracking app in sheer horror.

At this point, I didn’t care if Deep Seek’s stock was soaring or collapsing, it had wreaked havoc either way.

As I pulled up to another stop, a suited-up professional staggered on, looking like they’d just walked out of a corporate disaster movie. "Billions wiped out in hours," they mumbled.

I nodded solemnly. I, too, was experiencing financial devastation. My carefully considered tech investments (translation: some shares I bought based on a gut feeling and mild peer pressure) had taken a beating, and a horrifying thought had begun creeping into my mind:

Was I going to have to do… overtime?

A shiver ran down my spine.

By mid-morning, the Great AI Shake-Up had taken over every conversation on the bus. Suited-up professionals whispered about billions being wiped out in hours. Students debated whether ChatGPT could make a comeback. A pensioner, completely oblivious to the digital apocalypse, sighed, "Terrible, isn’t it?"

I nodded. Finally, someone who understood.

"The price of biscuits these days, daylight robbery!"

Ah. Different crisis. But equally valid.

Meanwhile, the passengers were deep in conversation about AI supremacy.

"Deep Seek is too advanced; it’s making the market unstable!"

"ChatGPT still has personality. Deep Seek talks like a mortgage document."

"Forget that, what happens if Deep Seek takes over everything? What if it starts running public transport?"

I scoffed. An AI running bus routes? Please. No AI could ever fully grasp the sheer randomness of public transport, the ticket machines that inexplicably refuse perfectly good coins, the passengers who run for the bus but refuse to acknowledge they actually want to board, the Great Mystery of Why Everyone Suddenly Gets On at the Same Stop.

No, this job was pure human chaos, and not even the most advanced AI could handle it.

But the stock market? That was a different story.

"Deep Seek just overtook TikTok in downloads!" a teenager casually announced.

Another shudder ran through the bus.

I pulled away from the stop, staring into the financial abyss that was my future. Deep Seek had shaken the markets, my investments were hanging by a thread, and at this rate… overtime was looking dangerously inevitable.

I sighed.

"Come on, market, get it together," I muttered. "My weekend depends on you."

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