Slang & Captcha

I am not a robot. But isn't that exactly what a robot would say?

I’m a big reader, but not a regimented one. I keep it loose. Good stuff comes from all over. The other day, I was reading something on substack. I forget what it was that piqued my interest. But I soon started to suspect that this was written by a machine.

The robots are writing now. It’s happening. It’s bad news for everyone - writers, readers, the lost souls foisting this sad and leaden mess upon us, and also probably even for the computers themselves.

I can’t peg exactly which phrase in the piece made me feel that way. It was like being in a conversation where it dawns on you that the other person is really high. Little things add up. I closed the window as soon as the feeling rose to full consciousness.

Who did it?

Like I said, I shut the window fast. I’d rather it hadn’t happened at all. And I’m no snitch. But it made me feel bad. I felt bad for substack, and for the writer, and for myself.

I get it

Writing is hard and we’re all geniuses. And there’s a terrible rush for numerous reasons that seem to vanish when we have to list them: Our readers