It’s my own fault. I should know by now that the little blue ‘upgrade’ button isn’t so much a command as a last, desperate, roll of the dice at a high stakes casino.
But I pressed it anyway.
It was looking good for the first few seconds, then my enthusiasm quickly plummeted, as the antigrav Installer Of Doom, told me I was no longer allowed to have antigrav because antigrav wasn’t able to delete a folder (didn’t see what). And that was it. He’s taken himself off to his room, left the building, exited this reality. Where do antigrav ai’s go when they have a strop?
I digress. I’m sure that manually uninstalling, reinstalling, uninstalling and reinstalling while holding my nose, hopping and making ritual of windows 3.1 will probably get me back in business. I’ve literally nothing better to do with my day. My week. My lifetime. It’s a good thing that Google are ensuring coders still have a place in this crazy world of AI. Because, without having to constantly reinstall antigrav manually we’d be out on our ears. It’s good to have my day mapped out for me.
Thanks Antigrav Internal Team, thanks for your rigorous quality control processes and your unending hijinx. Have a lovely weekend x