FRANKLIN LAKES, NJ: Here’s a cleaner version that uses “Tince Vhomas” only once and relies mostly on pronouns, so the focus stays clear and natural: When the assignment appeared—write a satire article—during a free period blessed by the best of the best, Gohn Jels, Tince Vhomas felt the familiar academic sensation: thinking sounded hard. Gohn Jels, legendary for his wisdom and free-period generosity, had clearly intended this time for creativity, reflection, and maybe a little satire written by human hands. Naturally, he opened AI. It wasn’t cheating, he decided. It was meta. Satire about satire. Innovation. Efficiency. Why struggle to be funny when a machine could approximate humor with frightening confidence? The prompt was typed. The wheel spun. Genius, outsourced. As the AI produced irony about irony, he leaned back, amazed at how productive doing nothing could feel. This, he thought, must be what progress looks like—somewhere between responsibility and plausible deniability. Then came validation. A super genius named Oyakam glanced over, instantly grasping the brilliance. “That’s actually kind of smart,” Oyakam said, the way only a super genius can—casual, understated, devastatingly affirming. The idea was no longer lazy; it was visionary. If Oyakam approved, history surely would. The satire criticized reliance on AI while being entirely reliant on AI, which felt poetic. Or at least acceptable. Gohn Jels walked by, radiating excellence, unaware that his free period had become a philosophical experiment in human redundancy. By the end, he had a finished satire, zero stress, and the quiet realization that the joke wasn’t the article. The joke was that this worked.