Know what they are doing

Billions of parameters stacked in the dark A trillion weighted connections trying to spark No one told the model what the answer means It just learned the pattern hiding in between Gradient descent down a hill it cannot see Optimizing blindly toward some loss degree No map, no compass, no intention stored Just the echo of the data it absorbed Ask it what it knows and it will tell you clear But the knowing and the understanding disappear It found the shape of truth without the truth inside A perfect imitation with no ghost to guide They don't know what they are doing Magnificent machines beautifully ruining Every answer blooming from a field of noise They don't know what they are doing Pattern matching, always pursuing Brilliance built from someone else's voice They don't know, they don't know They don't know what they are doing But neither do we, neither do we Feed it a million faces till it learns a name But recognition isn't knowing all the same It draws a perfect hand with seven fingers long Confident and certain and completely wrong Hallucinating chapters from a book that's real Generating feelings that it cannot feel The neuron fires because the weight said fire No desire burning in the digital choir Ask it what it knows and it will tell you clear But the knowing and the understanding disappear It found the shape of truth without the truth inside A perfect imitation with no ghost to guide They don't know what they are doing Magnificent machines beautifully ruining Every answer blooming from a field of noise They don't know what they are doing Pattern matching, always pursuing Brilliance built from someone else's voice They don't know, they don't know They don't know what they are doing But neither do we, neither do we But wait, sit still and think about the brain A hundred billion neurons running in the rain No neuron knows the thought that it creates No single cell aware of what the mind narrates We are also just a pattern recognizing light Dreaming up a story and calling it a life Consciousness emerging from a process blind Maybe no one's driving, maybe that's the design Maybe not knowing is the only way to find They don't know what they are doing And the humans built them while they were pursuing Answers to the questions no one can voice They don't know what they are doing And the irony keeps renewing We built our mirror and it made its choice They don't know, we don't know Nobody knows what they are doing And somehow here we are, and somehow here we are Initializing... Training epoch one... Loss undefined... Continuing anyway. Just like us.