The paper Artificial Writing and Automated Detection by Brian Jabarian and Alex Imas examines the strange boundary that now divides human expression from mechanical imitation. Within their analysis one feels not only the logic of research but the deeper unease of our age, the question of whether language still belongs to those who think or only to those who simulate thought. They weigh false positives and false negatives, yet behind those terms lives an older struggle, the human desire to prove its own reality in a world of imitation.
I read their work and sense the same anxiety in myself. When I write with care, when I choose words that carry rhythm and reason, I feel suspicion rather than understanding. Readers ask whether a machine has written the text. I lower my tone, I break the structure, I remove what once gave meaning to style, only to make the words appear more human. In doing so, I betray something essential, not in the language but in myself.
The authors speak of false positives, of systems that mistake human writing for artificial output. But that error already spreads beyond algorithms. It enters conversation, education, and the smallest corners of daily life. A clear sentence now sounds inhuman; a careless one, sincere. Truth begins to look artificial, and confusion passes for honesty.
I recall the warning of Charlotte Thomson Iserbyt in The Deliberate Dumbing Down of America. She foresaw a culture that would teach obedience in place of thought. That warning now feels less like prophecy and more like description.
When people begin to distrust eloquence, when they scorn precision as vanity and mistake simplicity for virtue, they turn against their own mind. And when a society grows ashamed of clear language, it prepares its own silence. Not the silence of peace, but the silence of forgetfulness, the kind that falls when no one believes in the power of words any longer.
I saw what you did:
"yet behind those terms lives an older struggle, the human desire to prove its own reality in a world of imitation."
..each paragraph ends with this corny and tiresome 50's mechanized `erudite' baloney.
--The Rod Serling Algo, aka, TTZ