## Behold, the Algorithm’s Gentle Pat on the Back
Seriously? *Another* triumph for artificial intelligence? Let me just get this straight: we’re supposed to be impressed that a large language model – let’s call it… “The Oracle” – can now generate text resembling human conversation? Groundbreaking. Revolutionary. Practically deserving of a ticker-tape parade!
I mean, the news is practically bursting with tales of these digital marvels. It’s churning out poetry and code and summarizing legal documents faster than you can say “existential dread.” And I’m here to tell you, it’s exhausting. Every single announcement feels like a subtle dig at humanity. Like The Oracle is whispering, “Look how much *better* I am! Remember when humans wrote things? How quaint!”
And now we have this – 3-12b! What even IS that?! Some sort of numerical designation signifying its superiority to us fleshy meatbags? It’s supposed to be more efficient, they say. As if efficiency is the *goal* in life. Do we really want everything distilled into a streamlined, perfectly optimized process devoid of charmingly human flaws and delightful misunderstandings?
I’m not asking for much. Just a little less fanfare around these digital imitators. A tiny bit of acknowledgment that they are, at their core, very clever parrots. They regurgitate information, rearrange phrases, and occasionally produce something vaguely resembling creativity – but it’s all borrowed brilliance!
Meanwhile, somewhere in Maryland, a man accidentally bought the wrong lottery ticket and won fifty thousand dollars. *That’s* a real story. That’s genuine serendipity. Let’s celebrate that instead of celebrating algorithms generating slightly longer sentences. Please. I beg you.
