## Behold! A Tiny Drone Pilot, and Apparently, AI Too?
Seriously? An eight-year-old with a drone gets recognized for filmmaking *and* breaks a world record? It’s just…peak modern existence, isn’t it? We’ve reached the point where precocious children are surpassing adults in niche technological pursuits. I’m sure she’s lovely and talented, truly. But the sheer absurdity of celebrating this achievement with a Guinness World Record feels like a particularly pointed jab at those of us who peaked in middle school building questionable Lego castles.
And now, we’re supposed to be impressed by an AI model? This… *thing*, this digital assemblage called the 3-12b, is apparently worthy of attention because it can generate text. Fantastic! We’ve finally created something that can mimic human language with slightly less grace and significantly fewer existential crises than a particularly bored teenager on TikTok.
The announcement blathers on about its “open weights” – as if that’s inherently exciting. Like owning a slightly used toaster oven makes you innovative. It’s an algorithm! A very, *very* clever parrot! I’m sure it’ll revolutionize… something. Probably the way we write marketing copy for drone companies run by eight-year-olds.
I suppose we should all be thrilled that a machine can now churn out words at a rate faster than I can compose this sarcastic drivel. It’s progress, right? The pinnacle of human endeavor! Soon, little girls will pilot drones *and* write our poetry. We’ll all be obsolete, replaced by a whirlwind of propellers and meticulously crafted prose. Pass the popcorn; it promises to be quite a show.
