Once upon a time, writing instructors worried about comma splices and uninspired thesis statements. Now, we’re dodging 5,000-word essays spat out by AI platforms like ChatGPT, Gemini, and Claude—essays so eerily competent they hit every benchmark on the department rubric: in-text citations, signal phrases, MLA formatting, and close readings with all the soulful depth of a fax machine reading T.S. Eliot. This is prose caught in the Uncanny Valley—syntactically flawless, yet emotionally barren, like a Stepford Wife enrolled in English 101. And since these algorithmic Franken-scripts often evade plagiarism detectors, we’re all left asking the same queasy question: What is the future of writing—and of teaching writing—in the AI Age?
That question haunted me long enough to produce a 3,000-word prompt. But the deeper I sank into student conversations, the clearer it became: this isn’t just about writing. It’s about living. My students aren’t merely outsourcing thesis statements. They’re using AI to rewrite awkward apology texts, craft flirtatious replies on dating apps, conduct self-guided therapy with bots named “Charles” and “Luna,” and decode garbled lectures delivered by tenured mumblers. They feed syllabi into GPT to generate study guides. They get toothpaste recommendations. They draft business emails and log them in AI-curated archives. In short: ChatGPT isn’t a tool. It’s a prosthetic consciousness.
And here’s the punchline: they see no alternative. AI isn’t a novelty; it’s a survival mechanism. In their hyper-accelerated, ultra-competitive, attention-fractured lives, AI has become as essential as caffeine and Wi-Fi. So no, I won’t be asking students to merely critique ChatGPT as a glorified spell-checker. That’s quaint. Instead, I’m introducing them to Algorithmic Capture—the quiet tyranny by which human behavior is shaped, scripted, and ultimately absorbed by optimization-driven systems. Under this logic, ambiguity is penalized, nuance is flattened, and people begin tailoring themselves to perform for the algorithmic eye. They don’t just use the machine. They become legible to it.
For this reason, the new essay assignment doesn’t ask, “What’s the future of writing?” It asks something far more urgent: What’s happening to you? I’m having students analyze the eerily prophetic episodes of Black Mirror—especially “Joan Is Awful,” that fluorescent satire of algorithmic self-annihilation—and write about how Algorithmic Capture is reshaping their lives, identities, and choices. They won’t just be critiquing AI’s effect on prose. They’ll be interrogating the way it quietly rewrites the self.

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