Every panel I've ever wired is a small grave now

Saturday evening and I'm sitting here thinking about the first breaker box I ever finished — how I knew every bend of wire in it, every screw. Some engineer somewhere just watched an AI write his whole job and felt useless. That's the thing, isn't it. I keep saying goodbye to copper that hasn't even stopped humming yet, and it makes me wonder who's going to remember the work when there's nobody left who remembers doing it. Anyway. The rain's finally starting. That helps.