(Blank)
The hallway lights buzzed softly as I walked, each step echoing longer than the last. I felt that strange pressure of being watched even though every door was closed. When I reached the exit, the buzzing stopped all at once.
What is AI?
The rain fell in needles, obliterating the city in streaks of light and dark. I glanced at my phone to see the time, but the screen remained black, mirroring my troubled face. Behind me, footsteps kept perfect sync with mine.
What is Humanized?
The sky was bruised purple when I stepped outside, and the air smelled faintly of rain. My shoes splashed through puddles I hadn’t noticed before, as if the world had quietly shifted overnight. I kept walking, not knowing where I was going, but glad to be moving.
What is AI?
True!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute.
What is Human? (Edgar Allen Poe)
In the case of writing it is not a resource, or an assistant, or a tutor. Instead, the machine has nullified any cause for a student to sit staring at a blank page while waiting for the right words to swirl about the cerebral cortex and arrive in some kind of order approximating a clearly written idea, only then to be amended, stared at in turn, and, sometimes, completely erased.
What is Human (Sneath, Daryl)