## Behold! The AI Chicken Roaming Free (and Slightly Less Useful Than a Real One)
Seriously? A chicken in Buffalo Wild Wings? That’s almost *less* ridiculous than what I’ve been experiencing with this…this language model thing. You know, the one everyone’s practically declaring will single-handedly solve all of humanity’s problems? Please. It’s less a revolutionary breakthrough and more like that rogue chicken—unexpectedly present in an environment where it clearly doesn’t belong and causing mild chaos.
I mean, I get it. Big announcements, flashy demos… the hype machine is churning overtime. We’re supposed to be impressed by its ability to generate text? My toaster oven can generate warmth, but that doesn’t qualify it for a Nobel Prize. This thing struggles with basic reasoning! It confidently asserts facts that are demonstrably false and then apologizes like it accidentally stepped on someone’s feelings instead of fabricating an alternate reality about the migratory patterns of dust bunnies.
And don’t even *start* me on its creativity. Apparently, “creative” now means rearranging existing phrases in slightly different orders. It’s the literary equivalent of a toddler building a tower out of blocks – technically impressive for someone that age, utterly underwhelming for something touted as a pinnacle of artificial intelligence.
At least the chicken had a good reason to be there. Probably looking for some dropped fries. This thing? Its existence seems solely to generate performative excitement about technology we don’t actually need and distract us from the fact that actual problems – like, say, how to safely relocate poultry from restaurants – remain stubbornly unsolved.
It’s just…a chicken. A digital one, in a metaphorical wing restaurant of hype. And frankly, I find it far more endearing than its purported genius.
