Well, it finally happened.
Somebody attested that I am human after all.
And it’s not like I haven’t been telling people that all along.
“Am I not human too?” I’ve told friends and foes alike. Over and over.
“If you cut me do I not bleed?”
But no…..
Somehow the ugly rumors that I’m some sort of writing cyborg persist.
And for the life of me, I can’t figure out why.
As Chandler Bing might have said: Could I be any more human?
But now I have proof. Hell, I’m even certified.
Which is a lot better than being certifiable, thank you very much.
Today I received the following certificate from Authory.
The web site that acts as repository for what I modestly call “The Collected Works of Ron Cunningham. The Human Writer.”
I mean, how cool is that, friends and neighbors?
Authory tells me: “Your writing style is as unique as your fingerprint, enabling us to compare your new articles with your previous pieces. If there is a match in style, then that’s a very strong indicator that no generative AI was involved.”
Ha! Like I’ve been sayin’ all along.
Listen, I’m not just human.
I’m a human writer.
And now I’ve got the certificate to prove it.
Eat your heart out Hemingway! Nobody ever called you human.
But me? I’m at least as human as Donald Trump.
And unlike Trump I’ve got the certificate to prove it.
You better believe I’m gonna get that sucker framed.
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