## Behold! A Language Model, Trapped in a Bathtub Drain of Expectations
Right. Let’s talk about this… *thing*. This magnificent, sprawling digital edifice that’s being hailed as the next big leap forward. Apparently, it can generate text. Groundbreaking stuff, truly. Because before 2023, we all just stared blankly at screens and wrote things ourselves. The audacity!
I’m referring, of course, to this colossal project – a 3.12 billion parameter language model that’s now available for… well, let’s be generous and call it “exploration.” Exploration implying some kind of worthwhile discovery. Like finding Atlantis or a decent cup of coffee at an airport. What we’ve actually found is another incredibly verbose chatbot capable of regurgitating information it’s been fed.
The fanfare! The breathless announcements! It’s supposed to be this revolutionary tool, liberating creativity and sparking innovation. Meanwhile, I asked it to write me a haiku about a grumpy cat. What did I get? A rambling treatise on feline existentialism, spanning three paragraphs and concluding with a recipe for tuna casserole. *A recipe.*
I mean, seriously. We’re celebrating this as progress? It’s like firefighters rescuing a puppy from a bathtub drain – admirable in its own bizarre way, sure, but hardly indicative of societal advancement. We’ve built something impressive, undeniably large and complex, only to have it produce… well, slightly more elaborate versions of things we already had.
It’s fascinating, I suppose, in the same way a particularly intricate Rube Goldberg machine is fascinating – impressive engineering, completely pointless outcome. And yet, we’re all supposed to be ecstatic! Please, someone pass the tuna casserole.
