## Behold, the AI Savior (Probably)
So, we’re supposed to be *thrilled*, are we? Apparently, there’s this new…thing. A large language model. Let’s call it “The Oracle,” because frankly, anything less grandiose feels insulting given the hype. It’s being touted as a revolutionary leap forward, capable of generating text and code with an almost unsettling proficiency. And people are losing their minds!
Seriously? We’re celebrating the fact that we finally have a machine that can regurgitate information at us in vaguely coherent sentences? I mean, my toaster oven generates heat. It’s impressive in its own right, but nobody is writing sonnets about it. This…Oracle…is just incredibly sophisticated word-churning, isn’t it?
The narrative surrounding it is so precious. “It learns! It adapts!” Yes, it learns from *us*. From the mountains of data we’ve already poured into the internet – a vast ocean of cat videos and poorly written blog posts, mostly. So essentially, it’s learning to mimic us at our best…and, let’s be honest, often, at our absolute worst.
And now everyone wants to use it for *everything*. Poetry! Screenplays! Resumes! As if a machine-generated resume will suddenly land you that dream job. Will it? No! It’ll just tell you what keywords you *think* they want and sound utterly soulless in the process.
I suppose I should be grateful. Maybe this Oracle will eventually write all my emails, so I can spend more time staring blankly at the wall contemplating the existential dread of a world increasingly reliant on glorified autocomplete. Fantastic. Just…fantastic.
