So, in my most recent post—hot off the presses and a bit late by all publication standards—I inserted a bit of AI-generated text. I wanted to see if,

1. My readers could tell that it was AI-generated.

2. It stood out against whatever you call “my voice.”

To my great elation, several of my readers noticed the paragraphs that a dumb computer wrote and the paragraphs that I, a writing hack, labored to bring forth like a woman in labor, like a man enduring water torture, like Sisyphus rolling that big ol’ rock up a hill, like a . . .

That warms my heart, dear reader. You could’ve just read on past and digested those robotic paragraphs like oatmeal gruel. But no! You actually read digital text.

I am deeply grateful for you. Godspeed.