✦ the ai-slop nutrition label ✦
Paste a post below. The happier Kevin looks, the worse you've done — and he cannot be questioned, because he is a pig.
Scores as you type — nothing ever leaves your browser.
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Slop content by volume
Awaiting breakfast
Kevin is staring at an empty box. Paste something in.
Tap any one of these to see exactly where it happens.
Everything Kevin objected to, highlighted in place.
Serious science, silly pig
A suspiciously rigorous operation, for a website about a pig.
Every point on your score links to the exact phrase that earned it. Tap a finding and Kevin shows you where it happened, in your own words. No black boxes.
The whole assay runs in your browser. Your half-formed 7am thought leadership never touches a server, a log, or another soul. Just Kevin, and he can't work a keyboard.
Kevin red-pens the fixable bits in place and reports the before-and-after score. The soul of the post stays yours. Unfortunately.
The Kevin Chronicles
A tragedy, in four parts.
Kevin ate actual slop — corn, scraps, whatever fell off the truck. He'd never heard the word "synergy." He slept nine hours a night and meant it.
One post, about a barista who changed a stranger's life. By the third em dash he was pacing the pen. By "let that sink in" he'd stopped eating.
Not because he has to. Because somebody has to, and he was already a pig, and at least this way the slop does some good on the way down.
One pig's opinion wearing a website. He might be wrong about your post. He is not, under any circumstances, taking questions.