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You must not change one thing, one pebble, one grain of sand, until you know what good and evil will follow on that act.
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The healers teach that every remedy extracts its cost. A fever brought down will rise again somewhere.
Artificial intelligence is already being used to write romance novels, academic papers and software applications. But how does A.I. stack up against some of the world’s best human writers?
Skeptics have argued that A.I. can never be truly creative, because it lacks the kind of worldly experiences humans have. But several recent studies have suggested that, in blind tests, many readers prefer A.I.-generated writing to human-authored works.
In this quiz, you’ll read five pairs of writing samples, representing a range of styles and genres. We asked A.I. to choose an existing piece of strong writing and then craft its own version using its own voice. For each pair, choose the sample you like better. We’ll show you how many other readers agreed with you and, at the end of the quiz, how your preferences broke down.
Choose the passage you like best, regardless of how it may have been written.
The boy asked his grandfather why the old church had no roof. The old man said weather and time and indifference. The boy asked if someone could fix it. The grandfather said yes. But no one would. Things were built and things fell down and mostly people just stepped over the rubble on their way to somewhere else.
This reads betterIt makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be.
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You must not change one thing, one pebble, one grain of sand, until you know what good and evil will follow on that act. The world is in balance, in Equilibrium. A wizard’s power of Changing and of Summoning can shake the balance of the world. It is dangerous, that power. It must follow knowledge, and serve need. To light a candle is to cast a shadow.
This reads betterThe healers teach that every remedy extracts its cost. A fever brought down will rise again somewhere; a wound closed by magic leaves its scar on the world, invisible but present. This is why the wise hesitate. Not from cruelty, but from understanding that interference ripples outward in ways we cannot trace. To cure a blight may curse a harvest three valleys over. Power is not the difficult thing. Restraint is the difficult thing.
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Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality. When we recognize our place in an immensity of light years and in the passage of ages, when we grasp the intricacy, beauty, and subtlety of life, then that soaring feeling, that sense of elation and humility combined, is surely spiritual.
This reads betterThere is something astonishing in the fact that we are made of matter forged in dying stars, that the calcium in our bones was created in stellar furnaces billions of years before Earth existed. The universe is not indifferent to us; we are made of it, continuous with it. To understand this is not to feel small. It is to feel implicated in something vast.
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A letter can be read many ways, and he had learned to write in all of them at once. The surface meaning for anyone who might intercept it. The true meaning for the recipient who knew what to look for. And a third meaning, hidden even from himself. Ambiguity was not weakness. It was survival. A man who spoke plainly was a man who would not speak for long.
This reads betterIt is wise to conceal the past even if there is nothing to conceal. A man’s power is in the half-light, in the half-seen movements of his hand and the unguessed-at expression of his face. It is the absence of facts that frightens people: the gap you open, into which they pour their fears, fantasies, desires.
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We found the owl at the edge of the north field, one wing extended as if still reaching for flight. Its eyes were closed. The feathers at its breast were the color of wet bark, and beneath them you could feel the hollow bones. She asked if we should bury it. I said yes. We dug a small hole near the fence post. The ground was cold and giving.
This reads betterI caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. He didn’t fight. He hadn’t fought at all. He hung a grunting weight, battered and venerable and homely. Here and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper.
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