An Ode to Electronic Communication (Now That Words Are Free)

An early-morning kitchen table in a city apartment above Tokyo, where a tablet shows a watercolor illustration of three small shapes, one enormous block, and the same three shapes again.

Writing got free, reading did not, which makes every message you send a withdrawal from somebody else’s day.

TL;DR: AI made writing free and left reading as expensive as it always was, so every inflated message moves work from the person sending it to the person receiving it. The meter is bolted to the side that got cheaper, and nothing counts what lands on the other. The padding a model adds is billed twice, once in tokens and once in attention. Five daily AI users voting together now spot machine prose 299 times out of 300. Change what you ask the tool for: cut the draft in half every time. Send nothing that came back on the first prompt.

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It all comes down to communication

It’s a great feeling. You come out of a productive meeting you’ve chaired happy because everyone seemed to be on the same page. They all knew what was expected of them—your requests were very specific—and the next steps you outlined were clear and meaningful. Wonderful! Then, three days later, people are asking each other if they were even at the same meeting. Just because it was clear to you doesn’t mean it was clear to them. And whose fault is that? Sorry to say, but it was probably yours.

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