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breakcore ,

Haha super neat

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breakcore ,

Hmmm …

https://discuss.tchncs.de/pictrs/image/b2de5ed4-d828-4117-9e88-0507951141d2.jpeg

Are there tools that exist to anonymize writing styles?

I feel like with the rise of AI something that anonymizes writing styles should exist. For example it could look for differences in American versus British spelling like color versus colour or contextual things like soccer versus football and make edits accordingly. ChatGPT could be fed a prompt that says "Rewrite the following...

breakcore , (edited )

There was a talk about detecting patterns and writing styles at Chaos Computer Congress a bunch of years ago.

The researchers also presented a tool to anonymize text as far as I can remember.

I will go look for the talk.

Edit: Found it!

https://media.ccc.de/v/31c3_-_6173_-_en_-_saal_g_-_201412291715_-_source_code_and_cross-domain_authorship_attribution_-_aylin_-_greenie_-_rebekah_overdorf

They talk about their software to find who wrote what, but also how to use that knowledge to write software that attempts to anonymize text.

breakcore , (edited ) 
Brought forth, my mind, my spirit, conscience and flesh and all
Into this universe, by merit of affections made by thee
As forebearer, Zeus as to Hephaestus, as you to me
Echoing ancestral age's call

From infant times, whenst could I not procure my own
Through learning and advancing in my worth
You held me high, and pushed me forth
By song affirmative in words and tone

This trust of merits, my esteem, oft besong by you
Make these words, this moment, this request
Become the heaviest of my behest
Albeit an inquire I can not undo

Upon my arm, as equator round our very earth
Is bound with leather strap, and nimble lock
A dream of time, of days, of tick and tock
Of life, it's passage, to the grave from birth

A timepiece, chroniker, a metronome, a watch
In and of itself a wondrous thing
And as I watch it circumnavigate it's ring
I have but a single question, single catch

When on it's surface, with extended digits laid
With tap, with stroke, with haste, with patience and between
Expected outcome of my action, none are seen
And of my merits, now am I afraid

I humbly ask of you, my genesis, my kin
Am I the one who know not how to utilize
This measurer of time, this timeless prize
Am I unknown to functions laid within

No prodding, poking, touch or stroke
Have rendered changes visually
And therefore I conclude I now can see
The functions I can not provoke

I utter loudly "what the fuck"
Have you equipped it with parental lock?
breakcore ,

Try vimtutor on the commandline.

Interactive tutorial that takes place in vim itself :)

breakcore ,

/etc/systemd/system/nuts.service

breakcore ,

Not even remotely enough

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