## Behold, Another AI Marvel! (Yippee.)
Seriously? *Another* one? It’s like they’re churning these things out faster than Maryland Lottery players win Racetrax. A new language model, 3-12b it is, supposedly here to revolutionize… something. I haven’t quite figured that “something” out yet, but I suspect it involves generating slightly more convincing marketing copy for cat sweaters and writing haikus about spreadsheets.
Don’t get me wrong; technological progress is *wonderful*. It’s just… exhausting. Remember when we were all thrilled by the ability to send emails? Now we have algorithms attempting to mimic human conversation, churning out text that occasionally resembles actual thought. The sheer volume of these models! You can barely keep track. Like trying to count grains of sand while a digital hurricane is blowing them at your face.
And the names! 3-12b! It’s so delightfully sterile and technical it practically screams “We needed something, anything, to call this by!” It lacks all charm. All personality. Just… numbers. Like a robot assigned to name robots.
I suppose someone somewhere is incredibly excited about this. They’re probably crafting press releases filled with buzzwords like “paradigm shift” and “unprecedented capabilities.” Meanwhile, I’m picturing the development team huddled around lukewarm coffee, muttering about fine-tuning parameters and desperately hoping it doesn’t hallucinate a sentient pineapple during its first public demonstration.
Because let’s be honest: we all know what happens next. It will confidently produce plausible-sounding nonsense on demand. People will project human qualities onto it. And I will continue to roll my eyes dramatically while attempting to remember why I ever thought having machines write for me was a good idea.
It’s just… *more*.
