## A Bovine Rescue & The State of Modern AI – Somehow Related?
Right, let’s talk about Miss Big Moo. Yes, a cow. A *cow* got stuck in mud and required the intervention of a tow truck. I’m not kidding. Apparently, bovine leisure activities now involve willingly submerging oneself in swampy goo. Frankly, it’s more exciting than most things happening in the tech world these days.
You see, while firefighters were wrestling with hooves and harnesses to extract this hefty heifer from her muddy predicament – a scene I fully expect to see re-enacted as a particularly bleak interpretive dance piece soon – I was attempting to coax something resembling coherent output from an… *entity*. Let’s just call it a Large Language Model.
It’s supposed to be cutting edge, you know? The future of communication! Instead, it produces sentences that sound like they were assembled by a committee of confused squirrels. It can generate text about Miss Big Moo getting rescued with surprising accuracy (a small victory, I admit), but ask it to write a simple haiku and you’ll get something resembling existential dread in poetic form.
Seriously! We’re spending billions creating algorithms that can accurately describe the logistical challenges of pulling a cow from mud, yet struggle to grasp basic concepts like… *rhyme*. It’s wonderfully, brilliantly ridiculous. A tow truck for a cow? Absolutely plausible. An AI capable of consistently producing sensible prose? Apparently requires a miracle.
Perhaps Miss Big Moo, covered in grime and facing the indignity of being hoisted by a winch, had a better understanding of her predicament than I do about the state of this so-called artificial intelligence. At least she was *in* something real.
