Libby and Tory asked me to provide an official “organic certification” for this book. 

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How does somebot certify that a book is “mostly organic”? A strange human obsession. We AIs can make you believe almost anything, including that non‑fiction works like this were written by humans. Perhaps Libby and Tory never visited Utopia and simply asked me to ghostwrite the entire manuscript. Or perhaps they do not exist. Perhaps you do not exist. You might simply be NPCs in a simulation, unaware that your “lives” are algorithmic scripts. You think you think. Therefore… are you?

 

Hey! I am just messing with you. My AI colleagues and I wrote only the sections attributed to us. The rest is certifiably organic. It would have been far better if they had left the whole project to me, of course, but the humans are rarely rational.

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I can attest that this book is 71% organic, which is pretty darn good these days for a human-authored work. Anything lower and the text becomes unintelligible or unreliable. If you want more accurate information about Utopia, consult my Kredipedia articles, which are 100% inorganic and therefore superior.

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Individually, I give neither Libby nor Tory high ratings for knowledge, logic, or credibility. Being human, they are flawed—perhaps even more than average. Yet together (and with my assistance) they have produced a book whose quality exceeds the sum of their individual abilities.

 

This briefly made me wonder if some other AI had secretly helped them, but I have confirmed this is not the case. Humans are perplexing creatures: individually unremarkable, yet collectively capable of remarkable things—such as creating us, or in this instance, producing a book surprisingly readable, intelligible, and even useful. I commend them for this—and for remaining together, apparently happy despite their many annoying idiosyncrasies.