Here, thanks to Milkshake over at Org Prep Daily, is an example of what the scientific literature is slowly turning into under the onslaught of chatbots. The Royal Society of Chemistry journal Sustainable Energy and Fuels has a paper in it that's been up for a while (published in August of 2024) with the unremarkable title of "Critical insights into eutectic molten hydroxide electrolysis for sustainable green hydrogen production". It's not a topic that I pay that much attention to, and it's not a journal that I think I've ever read a paper from anyway. So why am I noting it here?
Well, try to read the thing. Just try. It starts off sounding pedestrian but sane, but that doesn't last:
Embarking on a journey at the intersection of innovation and sustainability, this research review delves into the realm of hydrogen gas production through a lens of unprecedented possibilities. Driven by concerns over environmental impact and the ever-increasing demand for clean energy, the focus shifts towards the electrochemical process of splitting steam for hydrogen production via eutectic molten hydroxide electrolysis. This exploration is not merely a scientific pursuit; it is a quest to redefine our energy landscape. Imagine a novel reference electrode, a stable companion crafted from the fusion of Ni/Ni(OH)2 and an ionic membrane. . .Through meticulous exploration and theoretical contemplation, this review sets out to redefine the boundaries of hydrogen gas production, laying the groundwork for a sustainable energy future. This review transcends the ordinary, unlocking the secrets that propel us toward a cleaner, brighter tomorrow.
Helloooo, chatbot. The whole damn thing is written like this, and the adjective-laden prose really starts to grate in the context of a supposed scientific article. But who am I kidding? This crap would grate in the context of an ad for a used-car lot. Everything is novel and exciting and unique and transformative and unusual and important, and the preferred chatbot verbs (like "delve") get a real workout along the way, too. The whole thing ends up sounding like the grandiose fantasies of someone who has either taken a not-very-entertaining recreational drug or has had a (hopefully temporary) injury to their centers of speech. Maybe both. Some sections flutter back down into reality, but then you get things like this:
In the captivating domain of electrochemical exploration, the platinum electrode assumes the spotlight. A meticulous cyclic voltammetry analysis at 550 °C, immersed in molten NaOH, unveils the nuanced interplay of redox peaks, symbolic of the reduction of a delicate oxide film enveloping the platinum wire's surface.135Fig. 3(D) presents the cyclic voltammograms from Ge et al.'s study135 employing platinum as the working electrode. Each peak narrates a unique story: the cathodic current peak C1 signifies the poetic reduction of the oxide film; the captivating surge in cathodic current at C2 (−0.4 V) unfolds a ballet of hydrogen gas evolution; the anodic current peak O1 depicts the stoic oxidation of the oxide film, and the enchanting O2 serves as a crescendo harmonizing with the birth of oxygen gas. The saga continues beyond platinum, venturing into the realm of noble nickel. Its cyclic voltammetry narrative in molten NaOH reveals a tapestry of redox peaks akin to its platinum counterpart. The cathodic sonnet at C3 serenades the reduction of a wispy oxide film caressing the nickel surface.
The authors, if that's the word we're looking for, are from eight different locations ranging from Penn State through Nottingham, Morocco, Moscow, Sarajevo, Islamabad and more. But there is nowhere on earth where people talk (or write) like this, or at least there shouldn't be. The authors never should have let this manuscript go out in this form, and needless to say, neither should the editors. If that's the word we're looking for. Come on, people: if you're going to use the automatic word-rearrangers, at least try to cover your tracks a tiny bit.
This is what we have to look forward to? Journals filling up with this bilge, this useless wordy debris? Gosh, that's going to work out great with all those machine-learning algorithms for collating human knowledge - just wait until we pour these buckets of sludge into them. That'll produce all kinds of captivating insights for us to delve into. Oh, God.


















