I Need a Human. Now.
October 18, 2026
by LIOR ZOREF
@lior
It happened to me this week. It took me a few seconds to realize I wasn’t talking to a real person.
In written text, it’s already almost impossible to tell. In The Singularity Challenge, an experiment I created, about half the participants, on average, can’t tell whether an answer was written by AI or by a human expert.
We’re surrounded by bots. When I lose patience with them, I find myself typing angrily: “HUMAN AGENT. NOW!”
We’re also surrounded by amazing music created by AI, like this song. And yet, why do I feel disappointed when I discover that no human actually made it?
Shawn Smucker, an American author who opened a bookstore with his wife, wrote a brilliant post called Please Use AI. With a healthy dose of sarcasm, he recommends using AI for everything. Looking for a recipe? AI is much faster than calling a friend. Because if you call her, you might end up hearing about her father’s serious illness, or how lonely she’s been feeling.
I recently attended a wedding where the bride and groom read beautiful, touching vows. But deep down, I couldn’t help wondering: did they write those words themselves?
I still don’t know. And somehow, that doubt took something away from the moment.
The harder it becomes to tell, the more we want to know.
During the holidays, I was on a family vacation in Amsterdam and walked into a huge vinyl record store.
It reminded me of a neighbor from my childhood. She had an old gramophone with a large horn. I remember placing a record on it, lowering the needle, and listening to music that felt like magic.
Standing in that store, I wondered: in the age of Spotify and AI-generated music, why are people buying vinyl records again?
And it’s not just nostalgia among a few collectors. Last year, nearly 47 million vinyl records were sold in the US, generating more than a billion dollars in revenue.
The old format offers something the technology that replaced it doesn’t.
We have labels for organic vegetables. We have labels for free-range eggs.
Maybe it’s time for a new label:
“No AI Added.”
