## The Existential Anguish of 12 Billion Parameters
Right, so we’re talking about this… *thing*. This linguistic Frankenstein cobbled together from a mountain of data and a whole lot of hubris. Apparently, it’s supposed to be revolutionary. Groundbreaking! A paradigm shift! I’m pretty sure my toaster oven is having a more profound existential crisis right now.
Seriously, folks. Another language model? Do we *really* need another one that can churn out vaguely coherent sentences about the weather while simultaneously failing to grasp the concept of sarcasm? It’s like the internet just decided to collectively scream “LOOK AT ME! I CAN MIMIC HUMAN COMMUNICATION!” and then promptly trip over its own feet.
And 12 billion parameters? Really? That’s supposed to be *impressive* now? Like having a thousand rubber duckies makes you interesting. It’s just… more. More data, more complexity, more potential for it to generate utterly baffling responses about the proper way to fold fitted sheets. I swear, I asked it to write me a haiku and it responded with a treatise on quantum physics. A *very* confused treatise.
The whole thing is peak performative intelligence. It’s all flash and no substance, a digital deer draped in an antler hammock of meaningless calculations while the actual world burns down around us. And we’re supposed to be impressed? We’re supposed to herald this as some kind of triumph for artificial… something?
I’m going back to arguing with my cat. At least *he* understands the futility of existence without needing 12 billion parameters to do it.
