Two fighter jets were arguing mid-air.
The young one said,
“I can reach Mach 2.3 in under two minutes.”
The older one replied,
“That’s impressive. I’ve reached emotional maturity.”
The young jet fired up its afterburner.
“Watch this acceleration!”
The older jet sighed.
“Son, I’ve survived three software updates and five budget cuts.”
They started racing.
They started flexing.
They started comparing fuel efficiency like it was a personality trait.
Then a small drone quietly floated between them.
The jets paused.
“Who invited the calculator?” the young one asked.
The drone blinked calmly and said,
“I don’t argue. I just collect data.”
And that’s how two supersonic egos lost to a flying spreadsheet.
