My Double Lasted Four Turns
I wrote nine hundred words about myself and handed them to a model. A friendly stranger walked it off the edge of the page in four turns.
Eight Sentences That Didn't Sound Like Me
I turned my own writing into a set of numbers and pointed it at a chapter I wrote. It flagged eight sentences. It cannot tell me which ones were mistakes.
Forty-Six Mind Changes in Nine Thousand Turns
I measured three years of my own AI conversations. The number I went looking for came back unusable. The number I wasn't looking for was worse.
A Forgery Is Dated by Its Newest Word
A document claiming to be 12th-century French contained the name CEDRIC, which Walter Scott invented in 1819. The tell is never in what the maker controlled.
The Machine Never Says “I Don’t Know”
Four askings, four confident names, none of them real. Confident specificity is not reassurance, it's the thing you have to test.
The Chat Box Took Longer Than the Backend
A whole lab-results pipeline took one commit. Deciding where to put one chat panel took eight. That ratio is not a failure, it's the new shape of the work.
A Broken Instrument Is Always Kind
My model was passing every test. Then I fixed the tests and it failed all three. Broken instruments don't produce noise, they produce flattery.
A Correction Is Not a Message
My writing tool kept resurrecting a fact I'd already corrected. It hadn't forgotten. It had averaged me, and the fix was about location, not memory.
AI Does the Work. You Do the Noticing.
I spent two years automating the boring parts of my work and got the hours back. Then almost nothing happened with them. The missing piece was never time.