Never shall I ever surrender the quirk of my jargon, diminish my lexicon, or alter my personal vernacular for the sake of evading arbitrary accusations of AI utilisations. The morphemes of my soul shant submit to the pervasive fog the tech bros have inundated creativity with.
We will endure, we will weather, we will withstand and outlast. We will still be writing long after AI time has passed.
Stand tall with your vocabulary.
They will pry my thesaurus from my cold, dead, fingers, digits, thumbs, pinkies, extremities...
If somebody is going to accuse me of composing my prose via AI, this is not somebody whose opinion I value in the first place....