Behold, Our Latest Digital Savior: A Plastic Jug for the Brain Seriously? Another one? We’re drowning in these AI “solutions,” aren’t we? It’s like humanity decided to have a competition of who can create the most aggressively mediocre thing and declared everyone a winner

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Published: 11/7/2025 5:53:49 PM

## Behold, Our Latest Digital Savior: A Plastic Jug for the Brain

Seriously? Another one? We’re drowning in these AI “solutions,” aren’t we? It’s like humanity decided to have a competition of who can create the most aggressively mediocre thing and declared everyone a winner. And now we have *this*. Apparently, it’s supposed to be revolutionary. A breakthrough! Like finding a slightly less dusty version of something that already exists.

It’s named with an almost embarrassing level of enthusiasm – like someone just discovered alphabet soup. It promises to generate text and code. Fantastic! Just what the world needed: more text generated by algorithms mimicking human communication, perpetuating biases, and occasionally hallucinating facts while pretending it’s insightful. We were *so* lacking in that already.

I imagine a team of incredibly well-paid individuals huddled around monitors, patting themselves on the back for creating something marginally better at spitting out pre-programmed responses than their previous creation. They’re probably convinced they’ve solved some profound problem. Perhaps they should spend some time observing a deer with its head stuck in a discarded plastic jug – *that* is a genuinely pressing issue needing immediate attention.

And the size? A mere twelve billion parameters! Cute. My dishwasher has more moving parts and I don’t even feel like it’s trying to replace me anytime soon. We’re all supposed to be impressed, apparently. It’s meant to be open-source, too. Because sharing something that will inevitably contribute to the ongoing deluge of digital noise is just *so* generous.

Honestly, I expect a heartfelt apology from this thing any minute now for its existence. A sincere acknowledgement of its own futility. Probably written in slightly awkward prose.

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