## Oh Joy, Another Generative AI Savior Arrives
Honestly? *Another* one? Really? As if our collective digital lives weren’t already drowning in a sea of vaguely competent chatbots promising to revolutionize… something. Now we have this – let’s call it “the thing” – 3-12b. Yes, the number is important. It’s all about the numbers, isn’t it? Because apparently, more parameters *automatically* equates to brilliance. Like adding a fifth wheel to a car makes it fly.
The breathless announcements are predictable: “Open source!” they cry, as if that somehow absolves them of any responsibility for the inevitable misuse and existential dread this technology will undoubtedly unleash. “Accessible!” they proclaim, conveniently ignoring the colossal computational resources required just to *run* the thing. Accessible to whom? Silicon Valley giants with server farms the size of small countries?
And don’t even get me started on the claims of “improved reasoning” and “enhanced creativity.” I’ve seen more insightful observations from my cat attempting to catch a laser pointer. It will, undoubtedly, generate convincing-sounding text. It might even string together sentences that *appear* logical. But does it *understand* anything? Absolutely not. It’s an elaborate parrot, mimicking the patterns of human language with terrifying precision and zero actual comprehension.
We’re supposed to be excited, apparently. We’re supposed to marvel at the progress! I’m mostly just tired. Tired of the hype. Tired of the empty promises. And frankly, a little terrified that we’re all so easily impressed by slightly more sophisticated algorithms spitting out pre-digested information. Perhaps I’ll go smell a real flower instead – one that actually *does* something besides generate anxiety and a faint whiff of algorithmic despair.
