# Réponse finale obtenue du bot:
response = « Here is a sample negative dialogue for an Engineer/Civil Engineering genius at the end of their career:
[Setting: A dusty, cramped office with old papers and broken equipment scattered around. The engineer, a worn-out man in his late 60s, sits behind a cluttered desk, staring blankly at a half-finished project report.]
Engineer: (sighing) What’s the point of it all? I’ve spent my entire career building roads, bridges, and buildings that are already crumbling. The next generation just wants to tear them down and build something new.
Colleague: Sir, you’re a legend in your field! Your work has changed the face of this city!
Engineer: (bitterly) Changed it? Ha! It’s all just temporary solutions for a fleeting moment. The city needs real change, not just Band-Aid fixes. And what do I get? A pat on the back and a « thank you » that means nothing.
Colleague: But sir, your work has brought so much joy to people…
Engineer: (interrupting) Joy?! You call this « joy »? I’ve spent my life dealing with bureaucratic red tape, corrupt contractors, and entitled clients who only care about getting what they want now. And for what? So that some fat-cat developer can make a quick buck off of some soulless high-rise?
Colleague: (nervously) Sir, maybe it’s time to take a step back and look at the bigger picture…
Engineer: (outraged) The bigger picture?! You think I haven’t seen the bigger picture?! I’ve spent decades staring at blueprints, crunching numbers, and sweating over designs. And what do I get? A pat on the back and a « thank you » that means nothing! (pauses, collecting himself) Excuse me.
Colleague: Sir, are you okay?
Engineer: (resigned) No. I’m not okay. I’m just… done. Done with this job, done with this city, done with this life.
[The engineer’s eyes glaze over as he stares blankly at the papers in front of him, his mind lost in a sea of despair and frustration.] »