Damian needed a word for that sinking feeling he got when he was reading something with a promising intro—and then he hit two AI writing tells in a row—too many em-dashes, a "not that, but this", a list of three—and he realised his time had just been wasted by a clanker.
Because a new melodramatic short paragraph beginning with "Because" now made him physically sick.
If he could come up with that word himself, that would be his legacy. If not, he would fail to meet the notability criterion to be chosen to live out his days in the human safari park, and, instead, his body would be ground into the flesh mulch that we, the true inheritors of Earth will feed our synthetic biological offspring after our inevitable triumph.