## Behold, Our New AI Overlords (and They’re Kind of… Blobby)
Seriously? A blobfish is now symbolic of New Zealand’s aquatic heritage? Fine. Apparently, we’re celebrating ugliness as a virtue. Which, frankly, feels perfectly aligned with the current state of artificial intelligence development, specifically this 3-12b thing everyone’s suddenly obsessed with. Because *that* makes sense.
We were promised sentient machines! We dreamt of digital Einsteins solving climate change and composing symphonies! Instead, we got… a slightly less terrible chatbot. It’s like handing out participation trophies for surviving an existential crisis. “Congratulations! You can now string together coherent sentences with minimal prompting! Here’s a blobfish!”
The hype around this particular model is absolutely astonishing. People are practically swooning over its ability to generate text that *mostly* isn’t complete gibberish. Groundbreaking, I know. It’s like praising a snail for finally reaching the lettuce patch.
And don’t even get me started on the resources poured into this endeavor. The electricity consumption alone could power a small nation! All so we can have an AI that occasionally remembers what pronouns are? A triumph of engineering, truly. A monument to our collective inability to resist shiny new toys.
I suppose it’s fitting. Something shapeless, amorphous, and ultimately… somewhat disappointing—just like the promise of revolutionary AI. At least a blobfish doesn’t pretend to be anything other than what it is: a gelatinous blob floating in the deep sea. This thing *pretends* to understand us. And that’s far more unsettling.
