I received a nice email the other day after one of my blog posts got posted on HN.
It said:
Hi -
Just a note to say I'm a big fan of your writing. I always learn something and love your voice, which is hilarious and singular.
Write a book!
Best,
{Name}
{Link to sender's startup}
{Link to sender's substack}
New to writing online, it made me feel really good that someone enjoyed what I wrote and took the time to write and say so.
After reading this piece, though, I went back and read it again, and I just don't know. It's not quite GPT's usual voice, but it is strangely non-specific.
The startup is an AI startup, the person's Substack is full of generative AI illustrations, and they do seem like an AI fan, but reading their posts, they also seem like someone who's genuinely interested in preventing a dystopia.
I suppose receiving encouraging emails from strangers is just another situation that'll have us looking over our shoulders now, on guard, trying to walk the line between naivety and paranoia.
I can't imagine leading a life this paranoid. There is practically no reason to suspect that email was generated by an LLM. This is like HN users who imply that some user comments are LLM generated...
It said:
Hi -
Just a note to say I'm a big fan of your writing. I always learn something and love your voice, which is hilarious and singular.
Write a book!
Best,
{Name}
{Link to sender's startup}
{Link to sender's substack}
New to writing online, it made me feel really good that someone enjoyed what I wrote and took the time to write and say so.
After reading this piece, though, I went back and read it again, and I just don't know. It's not quite GPT's usual voice, but it is strangely non-specific.
The startup is an AI startup, the person's Substack is full of generative AI illustrations, and they do seem like an AI fan, but reading their posts, they also seem like someone who's genuinely interested in preventing a dystopia.
I suppose receiving encouraging emails from strangers is just another situation that'll have us looking over our shoulders now, on guard, trying to walk the line between naivety and paranoia.