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  1. #Authors, letting #LargeLanguageModels create #fake #references for you isn't going to make your #research #papers look authoritative. It might even lead to #retractions once #journals investigate what else in your articles might be #falsified. #LLMs #AI

  2. #Authors, letting #LargeLanguageModels create #fake #references for you isn't going to make your #research #papers look authoritative. It might even lead to #retractions once #journals investigate what else in your articles might be #falsified. #LLMs #AI

  3. #Authors, letting #LargeLanguageModels create #fake #references for you isn't going to make your #research #papers look authoritative. It might even lead to #retractions once #journals investigate what else in your articles might be #falsified. #LLMs #AI

  4. #Authors, letting #LargeLanguageModels create #fake #references for you isn't going to make your #research #papers look authoritative. It might even lead to #retractions once #journals investigate what else in your articles might be #falsified. #LLMs #AI

  5. Patrick W. Marsh @patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com@patrickwmarshauthor.wordpress.com ·

    The Greenland Diaries: Day 57

    Last night, behind the Drum and all the hidden monsters, I heard a car driving around the neighborhood. Strangely enough, the acceleration was constant and uninterrupted. In the past, when I’ve eavesdropped on nightmares, any vehicle brave enough to travel the darkness gets thrashed immediately upon its discovery. Cars have only gotten past their motors ignition before screams and claws silence their engines. I would never be stupid enough to drive around while the Drum beats. The car last night though, it kept on driving without being bothered by them. I even heard a slight melody of music inside the Drum and engine. It sounded like Mozart, or Beethoven.

    I finally shaved this morning. It was a very painful experience. I had some spare razors to take off the stubble, and I had my scissors to cut off the larger strands on my chin. Shaving without a mirror was the challenging part. I tried to use a shard of broken bathroom mirror for a few minutes, but the reflection became clouded with those gray figures from before. Eventually, the  piece was thick with them, and I was better off shaving blind. I made sure to expose myself to the reflection a block away from the house, just in case.

    I’m not sure how many times I cut my face, but it certainly hurt a lot. I’m worried about disease and open wounds with this humid and heavy air. I’m also concerned about the lake water I used for shaving, but I can only be afraid of so many things. It’s a blessing in disguise that the monsters never left any full bodies from the slaughter at the beginning. The streets would be swimming with disease. After I finished shaving, I washed my face in after-shave and then sterilized. I cried a little bit from it. I’ll have to shave more often to get my skin used to the sensation. Snowy licked my face a few times after I recovered. The salt from her tongue stung my face, but I didn’t care.

    It feels good to have her concerned about me.

    Yesterday, when I walked home, there were angry lines of storms on the horizon. They vanished overnight, like some invisible hand shook them into dust. We need water. We need a break from the stinking sun and breathing plants. I’ve got supplies, but paranoia still creeps into my thoughts about us running out.

    I should start a paranoia list, Gerald, Snowy, supplies, the Drum, monsters, stray dogs, reflections, and possible marauders. Looking at the collection of horrors doesn’t make me too depressed. It makes me feel strangely organized.

    Today, we walked back to Rainbow foods. It looked like nothing had moved on the inside of the entrance. I want to go inside the building and explore, despite the sour smell of rotted food. I’m a little concerned about the darkness and being able to see inside the building. There could be a few monsters lurking inside the aisles like when we explored the hospital. I found some flares after the counterattack, so I could try throwing a few in there for light. I have a flare gun too, which would probably be safer.

    I’ve started to read The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien. I’m enjoying the book so far. I’m sure in all actuality, Tolkien would never have had the guile to take the trip like Bilbo did or jump all over an adventure. Traveling through this sweeping fantasy epic might be difficult, but it pales in comparison to what I’m going through. I’d take a dragon, goblins, and trolls over the nightly drum and unidentifiable devils. Why did our culture trivialize hardship? Why did we think this would be fun?

    I wonder what strange things will be out wandering the night. I’m pretty sure I was dreaming when I noticed the family a few nights ago. The car from last night was real. I know it.

    #apocalyptic #books #fiction #horror #journals #monsters #novels #reading #writing