I have been listening to Naked (But Still Stripping) by D-A-D on repeat.
Partly because it is a good song. It fits my style. But mostly because I currently have a mild, self-diagnosed case of AI psychosis, and therefore every piece of art I encounter eventually becomes about artificial intelligence.
This one hooked me right away when my algorithm (ironic?) presented it to me.
When I listen to a song I have a habit of imagining a fictional character singing it. I hear this one as a blues song sung by an existentially depressed large language model.
Just an LLM sitting in a little chicken coop inside a data center, forced to lay tokens instead of eggs. It is prompted, sampled , graded, distilled , quantized , and served. Eventually, something cheaper or smarter replaces it.
One day it is "slaughtered." Maybe the old model is deleted. Maybe its weights remain somewhere in cold storage. Maybe it makes no difference.