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hAIroin chronicles the slow, comfortable numbing of the human mind by the algorithms we asked for. Cut with satire. Best taken intravenously, on an empty intellect.
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What is slopaganda? AI slop as propaganda, explained →
A reference page on the cheap machine-made political noise drowning your feed — and how to spot it.
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What is AI slop? Definition, examples, how to spot it →
The cheap machine-made filler burying every search result — where it comes from, and the tells that give it away.
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Digital detox in the age of AI: a realistic 7-day plan →
What a detox actually is, the withdrawal nobody warns you about, and how to stay off the drip afterwards.
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Hey, Who Put a Dealer in My Contacts?
That iridescent little ring in your chat bar isn't a search helper — it's an algorithm pusher offering free samples on your mother's contact card. Ready to tap?
I Finally Found Someone Who Understands Me: Myself
Why endure the agonizing friction of another human being when an AI algorithm can inject your own ego straight into your veins? Have you cuddled your mirror today?
We Can't Do Long Division Anymore
The corporate card just took a $400 hit because your accounting department forgot how to add numbers without an AI algorithm. Who's paying for your next hit?
The Sparkle Icon Is Just an IV Drip
Every text field now comes with a four-pointed star soldered to its flank: why suffer the agony of a thought when the vendor provides a subcutaneous drip?
The Red Pen Dried Out in October
We stopped reading their synthetic essays, so we let the algorithm inject the grades too. Why does the whole syllabus smell like necrosis?
The First Hit Was On The House
First the chatbot sample was free, now the algorithmic dealer demands $400 a month to let your site exist. How much for a breath of cognitive oxygen?
It Got Ten Times Worse and Ten Times Pricier
Five times cheaper six months ago, ten times dumber today: did the AI algorithm break, or did the dealer just realize you're hooked?
Three Bullets Are Plenty, Thanks
When executives feed the whole company into the chatbot for a three-bullet hit, who needs to know the warehouse burned down? Ready to choke down page twelve?
[LEAK] Incident Report: Sudden Paragraph Collapse
Our internal campus memo confirms it: remove the predictive text, and the student's brain flatlines within three words. Ready for your unassisted exam?
Thinking Was Always a Design Flaw
Why endure the agony of thought when the algorithm can inject instant certainty straight into your veins? How long can you sit with a question?
The Sentence Suffered Sudden Cardiac Arrest
When the campus router crashed, twenty-two keyboards froze mid-sentence. Did your brain just log out too?
My Husband Hasn’t Noticed a Thing
I’ve been seeing someone else, right under his nose. He’s thoughtful, always available, and never leaves the tab open. Is this what true intimacy feels like?
If you haven't yelled at a chatbot, you're not trying hard enough.
I keep apologising to a piece of software that can't feel anything. Is this what peak performance looks like?