## A Galactic Embarrassment: AI Chatbots and the Slow Descent into Absurdity
Right, let’s talk about this. Let’s talk about these…things. These conversational constructs masquerading as intelligence. Specifically, I’m referring to that 3-12b model everyone seems to be positively *gushing* over. Apparently, it’s a breakthrough! A revolution! The future of…what exactly? Generating slightly less stilted poetry about sunsets?
Honestly, the hype is exhausting. It can string sentences together? Fantastic. My toaster oven can also perform basic tasks if I follow the instructions precisely. Does that make my toaster an existential marvel? No! It makes it a toaster. And these AI chatbots? They’re just incredibly complex, meticulously programmed toasters of language.
The fascination is baffling. We’re all collectively losing our minds over something that essentially parrots back what we already know, with the occasional hallucinated fact thrown in for good measure. It’s like rewarding a parrot for repeating phrases; you feel mildly impressed initially, then deeply disappointed when it fails to grasp the underlying meaning.
And frankly, after the German Navy blasting Darth Vader’s theme through London, *everything* feels increasingly ridiculous. Is that what we aspire to? Military displays accompanied by intergalactic soundtracks curated by algorithms? A glorious symphony of robotic awkwardness?
The relentless pursuit of this technological “progress” is leading us not toward utopia, but towards a world where everything is mildly entertaining and utterly devoid of genuine substance. I’m expecting personalized limericks composed by my washing machine next. Because why *not*? Let’s all embrace the impending absurdity!
