## A Century Late, and Still Remarkably Unremarkable
Right. Let’s talk about this AI thing. Specifically, this… *creation*, let’s call it. This 3.12 billion parameter marvel that apparently requires a dedicated team to keep from accidentally writing sonnets about staplers or declaring war on squirrels. Apparently, we’re all supposed to be incredibly impressed. And I’m just sitting here, blinking slowly, waiting for the parade of confetti and tiny flags.
Because honestly? It feels like someone spent an enormous amount of time and resources building a slightly more sophisticated chatbot that can convincingly mimic human conversation while simultaneously possessing the emotional depth of a particularly dry biscuit.
We’re told it’s revolutionary! A leap forward! But I recently read about a library book returned a century overdue, and frankly, *that* had more excitement. Imagine the story that volume could tell! Think of the lives lived between its due date and its eventual reappearance! This… this AI? It generates text. That’s it. We’ve been doing that for millennia without needing to feed it mountains of data and electricity.
The hype is, predictably, nauseating. “It understands nuance!” they cry. I asked it to explain the appeal of wearing socks with sandals. The response was a bland recitation of stylistic arguments I could have gotten from a mildly enthusiastic teenager on TikTok. Nuance? Please. It’s more like lukewarm agreement wrapped in layers of algorithmic politeness.
I’m not saying technology isn’t important. I’m just saying, if we’re going to celebrate breakthroughs, let’s celebrate things that actually *break* something – maybe the tediousness of filing taxes or finally figuring out how to fold a fitted sheet. This? This is just… perfectly adequate. And frankly, I expected more from something apparently so ambitious. A century late and still unremarkable? That’s the legacy it seems destined for.
