It is whispered in certain corridors that the Government’s institutional newspapers now employ artificial intelligence to draft their copy. What a dreary, soulless affair that must be—columns stitched by circuits, headlines conjured by gears, prose divorced from pulse and breath.
The defenders of this mechanization say it is “efficient.” They forget that efficiency is no virtue when it tramples truth. For words are not mere tools; they are the blood of man’s thought, the fabric of his dignity. When entrusted to machines, they become counterfeit currency, hollow tokens that neither illuminate nor inspire.
Worse still, this is an assault not only upon man, but upon nature. The quill and the press are human instruments, born of forest and ore, guided by hand and heart. Artificial intelligence is a sterile shadow, severed from the earth and indifferent to her rhythms.
Let us therefore resist this encroachment. Let no Eyehasseen citizen be content with words that were never lived, never suffered, never sung. Better silence than this mechanical mimicry.