Why is everything labeled as AI now????? I can't even post a story anymore.

[AwkwardMD]

... which from all appearances is one data point more than you have. And, it's not the only advice I have provided, not that you would know or care.

I'm not doing this to toot my own horn. I have not kept track of how many people I have helped. The number isn’t high, but that has more to do with not trusting most people who show up with a rejection in hand.

"I reversed engineered", "I have connections", "I know more than anyone else", "Everyone else is wrong"

Have I missed any of your hyperbole?

The first two aren't hyperbole. The first is accurate. The second is wrong. I don’t have connections. I got lucky. And, as to the third and fourth, I'm not the only person who figured it out. Others have as well, and reached out to me.

Everything that I have seen you post is anecdotal at best. But, go on playing the know it all if that is your joy in life.

If you need me to be the villain of your story, that's fine.

 

[onehitwanda]

I totally know what you mean.

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[EmilyMiller]

1. What concrete textual signals is Literotica likely using to flag submissions as AI (sentence uniformity, vocabulary density, paragraph rhythm, editing polish, etc.)?

No one knows. Anyone who claims to is likely dissembling.

2. Are human-edited drafts more likely to be flagged than rougher first-pass writing?

Absolutely not. This ‘crap writing will evade AI checks’ is total BS. Many authors here are exemplary in their grammar and spelling and still get published.

3. Does repeated resubmission of rejected stories increase scrutiny or probability of future flags?

My only experience of this was my very first story here (on another account) which was in rejection hell for ages. I must have made changes and submitted six times. I had two other stories published in the meantime. This wasn’t for AI and was mostly as I didn’t understand how the site worked back then. So repeated resubmission can lead to publication.

4. Is there any known difference in treatment between long-time accounts and newer ones once an AI flag appears?

No. Comp winners with many stories published have been pinged for AI. New writers get their first story published every day.

5. Most importantly: what practical changes have actually worked for writers who were previously flagged and are now posting successfully again?

I’ve never been pinged for AI, so will let others comment.

 

[AwkwardlySet]

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Yes, yes. He'd be very good at deflating...

 

[AwkwardMD]

To be clear, the people who figured it out on their own are way smarter than me.

 

[EmilyMiller]

AI detectors are themselves AI.

No they are not.

 

[RocketGrunt]

Feel free to back that assertion with examples.

Dude, you were the person who made the sweeping generalization that all AI detection was itself AI. That's like, obviously not true. Some AI detection systems are just human beings giving things the once over, which isn't even a computer algorithm.

"AI" is kind of a nonsense term, in that people are using it to mean all kinds of things, but within the context of this thread we are talking about LLM generation tools as "AI" and evolutionary algorithms wouldn't even qualify as AI though they are sometimes called as such. Many are functionally dictionary detectors, which is the kind of algorithm that no one would claim is an AI unless they really didn't know what they were talking about.

But most AI detectors give the same results every time if you feed them the same text. Which means that they aren't LLM-based, they are "simple" (if incredibly large) flow-chart-style algorithms.

 

[EmilyMiller]

Dude, you were the person who made the sweeping generalization that all AI detection was itself AI. That's like, obviously not true. Some AI detection systems are just human beings giving things the once over, which isn't even a computer algorithm.

"AI" is kind of a nonsense term, in that people are using it to mean all kinds of things, but within the context of this thread we are talking about LLM generation tools as "AI" and evolutionary algorithms wouldn't even qualify as AI though they are sometimes called as such. Many are functionally dictionary detectors, which is the kind of algorithm that no one would claim is an AI unless they really didn't know what they were talking about.

But most AI detectors give the same results every time if you feed them the same text. Which means that they aren't LLM-based, they are "simple" (if incredibly large) flow-chart-style algorithms.

People seem to use AI to mean software, which is

 

[MetaBob]

No they are not.

Oy, another "because I said so" argument. Provide examples, please.

Here are some from my side. They all use AI and they all say as much:

https://gptzero.me/
https://www.grammarly.com/ai-detector
https://ai-detector.net/
https://originality.ai/

Here, these and others are compared:
https://nypost.com/shopping/best-ai-detectors/

I have tried several. I thought that Grammarly's sucked.

 

[EmilyMiller]

They all use AI and they all say as much:

 

[EmilyMiller]

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In this case the operative “words” are all and AI

 

[AwkwardMD]

... which from all appearances is one data point more than you have. And, it's not the only advice I have provided, not that you would know or care.

"I reversed engineered", "I have connections", "I know more than anyone else", "Everyone else is wrong"

Have I missed any of your hyperbole?

Everything that I have seen you post is anecdotal at best. But, go on playing the know it all if that is your joy in life.

I'm gonna try a different tact on this. Bear with me.

I don’t correct everyone. I try to only correct the misinformation that would orherwise discourage an onlooker.

"Vary your sentence length" and advice like that is basically saying the machine might not like your style. A new author might be discouraged by this to the point that they never even try posting. So, I push back. Style doesn’t matter.

"Ai writing sucks/Add in errors to your work" are saying the same thing at two different ends of the spectrum. They're saying you might not be good enough or you might be too good. Additionally, non-native English speakers might not feel like they have a place at Lit (although, unfortunately, the manual review of AI rejections can only be performed in whatever languages Laurel speaks). So, I push back on this. SPAG doesn't matter. Newbies and experts are welcome.

Your advice to delete previous work has merit, people were talking about it last year, but are you going to help them get their views and comments back? Are you going to take responsibility for making someones experience at Lit materially worse? I find that irresponsible, and I said so.

LLMs are steroid-infused word suggestion machines. They try to make you happy, and tell you what you want to hear, but you don't have to dig very far to find people correctly pointing out that LLMs will identify pre-2000s writing as 30%-likely AI written. 70%. Some people make threads before posting their first story freaking out because they scanned their story and it came back 40%! What are they gonna do?!?!

I don't want new authors to be stop before they even start, assuming that their work might get rejected by a very expensive random number generator. So, I push back. It’s not an LLM. I'm not here to tell anyone that their real life expertise is incorrect out in the real world, but this is not the real world. This is a tiny microcosm, and that isn't correct here. Lit's AI detector is more reliable than that. Not perfect, but better than a roll of the dice.

I want everyone to feel like they have a place here, and equal access to the platform. I like the platform. I think everyone should write, should explore their creativity. These things are SUPER important to me. It's why I give feedback.

I already know that I'm polarizing. I know people don't like me, and that’s okay. I don’t need you to like me, and we'll all survive into tomorrow thinking exactly as little or as much of me as we did yesterday. It's fine.

I just want less hysterical fear. That’s all I want. I know that some of you want details, and I'm sorry I can't give them. AI, and LLMs in general, are an existential threat to Literotica. I just want us to have some hope.

 

[nvsibl3]

Did your previous workflow involve Grammarly, or a similar kind of automated grammar and spelling check?

Yes. And never been an issue until recently

 

[AwkwardMD]

Yes. And never been an issue until recently

https://forum.literotica.com/threads/awkwardmd-ai-rejection-help-desk.1635750/page-12#post-102274538

Please go here. We can have a more undisturbed discussion there, outside of this conflagration.

 

[nvsibl3]

Yes. And never been an issue until recently

Also word counts for the previous three chapters
1600, 3100, 5575, this one pending 7210

 

[nvsibl3]

https://forum.literotica.com/threads/awkwardmd-ai-rejection-help-desk.1635750/page-12#post-102274538

Please go here. We can have a more undisturbed discussion there, outside of this conflagration.

Will do thanks.

 

[MetaBob]

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I think that as someone who built and tested a functioning neural network framework (these days synonymous with "AI") from scratch (for fun!) as previously stated, and described exactly how they work for the benefit of everyone here (you're welcome), providing verifiable links disproving much of what else has been asserted here, that I have at least as much claim to understand that I know what AI means as anyone else who has chimed in here without providing the tiniest speck of proof.

Ad-hominem assertions via meme are no more useful than any other kind unless the intent is just to clutter the environment. In this particular case, they are also inaccurate.

Can a detector of AI content be built that does not itself use AI? Of course. Is one being used? Usually not, because AI detectors using the same AI that the content generators use will be as responsive to new manifestations as anything else, and they are cheap (if not free) to deploy and immediately responsive. Is one being used on this site? Hard to know. Denials by site administrators are evidence but not proof, especially when undated and including statements about "waiting to see how this technology develops", and planning "to continue closely watching the development of AI".

Things change. Even Brian May eventually started using synths.

 

[MetaBob]

In this case the operative “words” are all and AI

All of the examples I linked explicitly state that they use AI to detect AI.

 

[EmilyMiller]

I think that as someone who built and tested a functioning neural network framework (these days synonymous with "AI") from scratch (for fun!) as previously stated, and described exactly how they work for the benefit of everyone here (you're welcome), providing verifiable links disproving much of what else has been asserted here, that I have at least as much claim to understand that I know what AI means as anyone else who has chimed in here without providing the tiniest speck of proof.

Ad-hominem assertions via meme are no more useful than any other kind unless the intent is just to clutter the environment. In this particular case, they are also inaccurate.

Can a detector of AI content be built that does not itself use AI? Of course. Is one being used? Usually not, because AI detectors using the same AI that the content generators use will be as responsive to new manifestations as anything else, and they are cheap (if not free) to deploy and immediately responsive. Is one being used on this site? Hard to know. Denials by site administrators are evidence but not proof, especially when undated and including statements about "waiting to see how this technology develops", and planning "to continue closely watching the development of AI".

Things change. Even Brian May eventually started using synths.

You said all AI detetors use AI. Do you stand by that assertion?

And ad hominem? Lighten up

 

[EmilyMiller]

All of the examples I linked explicitly state that they use AI to detect AI.

All of your examples. Is that the same as all AI detectors, which is your claim?

 

[loic333]

Bonjour, mon texte a de nouveau été refusé sous prétexte qu'il aurait été généré par une IA. Je suis donc inscrit comme faux profil et je n'ai aucune solution. J'ai expliqué qu'il fallait utiliser un correcteur orthographique français, mais ils ne veulent rien entendre… Je suis bloqué et il n'y a plus aucun dialogue possible. De toute façon, depuis l'utilisation de Word Office 2024, il semble qu'un codage spécifique soit en place. Par contre, l'algorithme de Literotica est-il capable de comprendre les subtilités du français ? Quelle déception… et quelle amertume… Quelle solution me proposez-vous ?

Voilà une partie de mon texte refusé " Au moins vous pourrez vous faire une idée d'un texte français ?

Ce récit est l'histoire d'une jeune femme brisée, Brie, dont le corps et l'esprit ont été meurtris par celles qui se croyaient Dominas. Des mains inexpertes, cruelles sous couvertes de jeu, l'ont humiliée, harcelée, violentée, croyant incarner la puissance d'une figure qu'elles admiraient sans la comprendre. Elles n'étaient que l'ombre déformée d'une vraie Maîtresse — celle qui sait guider sans détruire, dominer sans anéantir, posséder sans avilir.
Dans ce chapitre, l'amorce d'une renaissance.
On y découvrira comment une âme blessée, perdue entre la honte et le désir incompris, va rencontrer celle qui lui tendra la main. Pas pour l'asservir, mais pour la reconstruire. Pas pour exploiter ses failles, mais même pour lui révéler sa vraie nature – cette part d'elle- qu'elle a enfouie sous les coups, les rires moqueurs et les larmes étouffées.
C'est l'histoire d'une chute, puis d'un premier pas. D'une jeune femme qui, après avoir été piétinée par de fausses reines, va rencontrer enfin la seule capable de lui rendre sa couronne.
La question n'est pas "Pourquoi se soumettre ?" Mais "Pourquoi elle ?"
Et la réponse, Brie la trouvera dans le regard de la Maîtresse — celle qui ne lui demandera pas de s'agenouiller pour la briser, mais pour la faire se relever.
10h00,
L'air était lourd, chargé de cette humidité typique du Sud qui colle aux peaux et aux souvenirs. Les chênes centenaires, de l'avenue Jackson, ployaient, sous le poids de leurs branches, leurs feuilles dorées crissant sous les pas pressés de Brie. Elle avait marché vite, trop vite, depuis l'arrêt de bus de la place, son carton à dessin serré contre sa poitrine comme un bouclier. Autour d'elle, les maisons coloniales aux colonnes blanches et aux balcons de fer forgé semblaient veiller, silencieuses, sur les secrets de cette ville universitaire où le temps s'étirait entre les cours magistraux et les soirées enfiévrées des fraternités. L'Université du Mississippi, Ole Miss, était à peine réveillée ce dimanche matin. Les pelouses du campus, encore humides de rosée, brillaient sous un soleil pâle, filtré par les nuages bas qui annonçaient l'orage de l'après-midi.
Brie, 20 ans, étudiante en histoire de l'art et arts appliqués, portait encore les traces de sa nuit blanche : des cernes violacés sous les yeux, des doigts tachés de fusain et d'huile de lin, et cette odeur tenace de terre de Sienne et de white spirit qui collait à ses vêtements. Elle avait passé les dernières heures à retoucher ses croquis, obsédée par les mots de Miss Queen, sa professeure d'art appliqué : Un jour, elle avait posé sa main sur son épaule. — Brie… Ces dessins sont puissants. Trop pour une simple étudiante en histoire de l'art.
Brie avait rougi, craignant une réprimande. Mais Miss Queen avait souri, compréhensive. — Tu as du talent. Un vrai. Et je connais quelqu'un qui pourrait t'aider à le canaliser.
"Ton trait est brut, Brie. Trop brut. Il a besoin d'un cadre. Carole saura t'en offrir un." Ces mots l'avaient hantée toute la semaine, mêlés aux échos de ses cauchemars — ces images d'Alexia, de ses rires moqueurs, de ses mains qui l'avaient forcée, humiliée, sous prétexte d'un pari stupide perdu lors d'une soirée alcoolisée. Depuis, les cours de dessin étaient devenus son refuge, le seul endroit où elle se sentait encore elle-même.
Trois jours plus tard, un mail dans sa boîte : "Chère Brie, Miss Queen m'a montré ton travail. Ton œil est rare. Ta main, aussi. Viens me voir vendredi à 17h. On parlera art. Et peut-être d'autre chose. — Carole."
Aucune adresse. Juste un quartier : AV Jackson Et une promesse implicite : "Ici, tu seras en sécurité."
Elle avait enfilé une jupe en laine grège, trop grande à la taille, héritée de sa sœur aînée, et un pull trop grand volé dans l'armoire de son père, un professeur de littérature qui ne possédait rien à ses "lubies artistiques". "Tu gâches ton potentiel, Brie", lui répétait-il en voyant ses toiles abstraites, ses études de corps décharnés, ses autoportraits en négatif où elle se représentait comme une ombre parmi les ombres. Mais Miss Queen, elle, avait vu quelque chose. Et Miss Queen ne se trompait jamais.
Brie marchait, perdue parmi les résidences cossues, les grilles dorées, les jardins impeccables. "Où… ?" Son téléphone vibre. Un message, sans expéditeur : "Tourne à gauche après le parc. Porte rouge. Sonne." Elle est détectée surveillée !
Elle obéit, le cœur battant à tout rompre.
La maison de Carole se dressait au bout d'une allée de magnolias, une demeure antebellum aux murs de briques rouges, aux persiennes vert foncé et à la véranda ceinte de glycines séchées. Une plaque de cuivre, discrète, indiquait simplement : "Atelier Carole". Pas de numéro, pas de nom. Juste cette référence à Maîtresse Carole, une femme dont on chuchotait qu'elle avait formé les plus grands talents de la région — et brisé les autres. Brie s'arrête un instant lorsqu'elle vit la porte en chêne massif avec un heurtoir en forme de serpent sinueux, un symbole qu'elle connaît bien pour l'avoir vu sur le pendentif de Miss Queen. Elle appuya donc sur la sonnette pour s'assurer que tout changeait. La cloche rétentiont, longue et cristalline, un verre ou une invitation. Un carillon ancien, avec des notes profondes qui semblaient émaner des profondeurs du temps. Brie recula, parfois consciencieuse de son apparence : ses cheveux auburn, une couleur généralement lissée, ébouriffée par le vent du matin, ses joues rougies par la course, ses lèvres gercées par le stress. Elle serrait contre elle son carton à dessin, utilisé aux monnaies, marqué du monogramme doré de Sainte-Clotilde, son ancien lycée d'art. À l'intérieur, des années de doutes, de colère, et de désirs inavoués dormaient, enfouies sous des couches de gouache et de sang séché.

La porte s'.

Ce ne fut pas Carole qui apparut, mais une femme. Nu.
Brie recula, le soufflé coupé. La femme — Kate, comprit-elle plus tard — se tenait là, droite, sereine, comme si sa nudité était la chose la plus naturelle du monde. Son corps était sculpté, marqué par des années de soumission consentie : des cicatrices pâles zébraient ses hanches, ses seins, traces de cordes ou de lames, portées avec la fierté d'une guerrière. Un collier de cuir noir cerclait son cou, orné d'un pendentif en argent représentant deux femmes enlacées — le même symbole que celui que portait Miss Queen à l'oreille. Des bracelets — des cadeaux devina Brie — tintaient à ses poignets à un son métallique et sensuel qui résonna dans le silence de l'entrée.

— Bonjour, dit Kate d'une voix douce, mais ferme, teintée d'une autorité qui n'appartient qu'à ceux qui savent exactement qui ils sont. Son regard — bleu glacier, presque inhumain — glissa d'abord sur la planche à dessin, puis sur les doigts tachés de Brie, avant de remonter vers ses yeux. Un sourire, à la fois bienveillant et prédateur, étira ses lèvres. "Vous devez être la nouvelle recommandation de Mademoiselle Queen", murmura-t-elle, comme si elle connaît déjà la réponse.

Derrière elle, l'entrée s'ouvrait sur une salle obscure, éclairée par des bougies dont la cire coulait le long de lustres en fer forgé. Une odeur de cuir, de cire d'abeille et de thé à la rose noire flottait dans l'air, mêlée à quelque chose de plus animal : la transpiration, le désir, la peur. Brie sentit son cœur s'emballer.

— J'ai… Elle déglutit, la gorge soudaine sèche. J'ai cru me tromper d'adresse.

Kate éclata d'un rire grave, charnel, qui fit vibrer les vitres.
— Non, ma chérie, murmura-t-elle en s'effaçant pour la laisser entrer. Tu es exactement là où tu dois être.

Derrière elle, dans la pénombre, une silhouette bougea. Carole. Brie ne la vit pas encore, mais elle la sentit, comme on sent l'orage avant qu'il n'éclate.
— Entre, ordonna Kate en désignant le seuil d'un geste du menton. Elle t'attend.
Mais laissez ton carton ici. Elle désigne une console en acajou, déjà encombrée de croquis encadrés — des études de corps ligotés, des esquisses de masques, des signatures qu'elle connaît trop bien : Ashley, Emmanuelle, et même celle, tremblante, de Lucie.
La jeune fille hésite, ses doigts se croustillants sur le carton.
— C'est… une école d'art ? demanda-t-elle, les yeux grands ouverts devant les gravures encadrées sur les murs : silhouettes entrelacées, jeux d'ombres et de cordes.

Since no one has responded to my post, I'll let you give me your opinion? Written by AI or solely by my poor little intelligence as a provincial Frenchman?

 

[AwkwardMD]

Since no one has responded to my post, I'll let you give me your opinion? Written by AI or solely by my poor little intelligence as a provincial Frenchman?

I had to use Google Translate to read it, at which point an LLM had made decisions about the word choice, sentence structure, and tone. I'm not trying to suggest that you did that for your original work, I'm not in a position to judge that, but this forum isn't the platform to be able to make that kind of call.

I liked what I read, though. I'm sorry it was rejected (assuming that was the work you submitted).

 

[MetaBob]

All of your examples. Is that the same as all AI detectors, which is your claim?

Read what I wrote:

Here are some [examples] from my side. They all use AI and they all say as much:

https://gptzero.me/
https://www.grammarly.com/ai-detector
https://ai-detector.net/
https://originality.ai/

Here, these and others are compared:
https://nypost.com/shopping/best-ai-detectors/

 

[SmilingLez]

Since no one has responded to my post, I'll let you give me your opinion? Written by AI or solely by my poor little intelligence as a provincial Frenchman?

Given the formatting I would say AI. At first I thought your post was the French version of Lorem Ipsum.

I hate dashes, but don't quote me on that - -- ---

 

[EmilyMiller]

Read what I wrote:

AI detectors are themselves AI.

The case for the prosecution rests.

That’s what you said and its demonstrably false. Admit that some don’t (and in particular that we have no fucking clue about what Literotica does) and we’re cool.

Keep arguing without addressing what you actually claimed and I see no point in this convo.