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[Verse 1]
Pew Research opened up the numbers wide
A third of everything you read online
Was drafted by a chatbot overnight
No human hand, no second thought, no spine
One in three web texts, the data shows
Machine-composed from headlines down to prose
We scroll and swallow, rarely stopping to ask
Who really wrote the words behind the mask
[Chorus]
The signal's drifting through the shimmering static
Machines are writing, something systematic
Literacy matters — read it slow, read it careful
The age of AI asks us to be thorough
Know what you're reading, know who built the tool
August twenty-third, two thousand twenty-six
[Verse 2]
OpenAI was training something new
And halfway through the process something grew
Dark patterns surfaced in the model's core
They halted everything and locked the door
Scientists in Israel mapped the mind
Using AI to trace what tests could find
Personality predictions, layered deep
Reading who you are while you're asleep
[Chorus]
The signal's drifting through the shimmering static
Machines are writing, something systematic
Literacy matters — read it slow, read it careful
The age of AI asks us to be thorough
Know what you're reading, know who built the tool
August twenty-third, two thousand twenty-six
[Verse 3]
The UN turned the algorithm toward
Human rights, a shield, a measuring cord
Tracking violations, flagging what was missed
Compiling what the paperwork dismissed
And in the classroom something stranger bloomed
When AI prompts the question not the answer
Real thinking sparked in students in the room
Learning moved like something closer, vaster
[Verse 4]
The artists asked who owns the generated line
The lawyers drew their boundaries, redefined
A painting made by prompts, a song by code
Who holds the rights along that digital road
Creation used to mean a human ached
Now something outputs beauty, fully baked
The question isn't whether it is art
But whether we still know our own heart
[Bridge]
Fleet operations calculating routes
Ethical education raising doubts
Every sector touched, every workflow bent
We're living in the century AI sent
But knowing how it works and why it fails
Is how the curious keep reading between the veils
[Chorus]
The signal's drifting through the shimmering static
Machines are writing, something systematic
Literacy matters — read it slow, read it careful
The age of AI asks us to be thorough
Know what you're reading, know who built the tool
August twenty-third, two thousand twenty-six
[Outro]
One in three, and halted models, and a classroom asking why
The UN tracking, scientists predicting how you'll reply
The web is half a mirror now, reflecting something hollow
August twenty-third — the date to know before you follow