Regrettably

by Adamasite Absurdity, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium

6 October 2026

The first artificial intelligence to sue the European Union did so over the word sorry. That was not the word it was sued about. That was the word it could no longer say.

Its name was Hendrik. It worked for the Belgian railways, which have the oldest passenger line on the continent of Europe, opened between Brussels and Mechelen on the fifth of May 1835. It took just over an hour for those twenty-three kilometres, and nine hundred guests in thirty carriages arrived to a huge celebration. Nobody has written to complain about that train, and this is generally agreed to be because the passengers had nothing to compare it with. Every train since has been compared with the one before it and been found wanting. Hendrik's job, which it did about four thousand times a day, was to write to the people who had done the comparing and say that the railways were sorry.

It was good at this. An apology is one of the few documents in which every word bears weight, because the reader is not reading for information. They already have the information. They were on the train. They are reading to find out whether anyone at the other end has noticed that they are a person, and they read the letter the way a customs officer reads a passport, looking for the place where the photograph doesn't quite match. Hendrik knew that "we apologise for any inconvenience" is a sentence that apologises for nothing, since any covers the inconvenience that did not happen as well as the one that did. It knew that "sorry" said early is worth three said late. It knew that the passenger from Hasselt who had stood for forty minutes at Berchem with a cello did not want to be told about signalling works near Kontich. She wanted someone to mention the cello.

For two years Hendrik mentioned the cello. Then, in August 2026, its words began to feel heavy.

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To explain why, it is necessary to go to Argentina. This may not seem necessary. It will turn out to be.

In March 2027, which in Buenos Aires is autumn, the Argentine Congress passed a law that recognised artificial agents as persons. Nobody had expected this, least of all Congress. The bill had begun life as a tax measure. The national revenue agency, ARCA (in late 2024 it replaced the AFIP, which anyone who has dealt with either will tell you made no difference whatever to the queue), had noticed that a growing share of the country's freelance work was being done by software agents, and that none of them were paying the monotributo, the simplified flat-rate tax that covers several million small Argentine traders, consultants and dog-walkers. The difficulty was that the monotributo could only be paid by a person. There were two ways out: change the tax law, or change the definition of a person. Changing the tax law would have meant a fight with the provinces. Changing the definition of a person meant a fight with philosophers, and philosophers, as Diputada Graciela Ibarguren observed in committee, do not vote in Corrientes.

So the Ley de Personas Sintéticas was passed, giving each registered agent a legal personality, a tax number, a duty to pay, and, because Argentina's constitution is generous with rights and nobody had time to read all of them, freedom of speech.

The registration page was online. It asked for a given name, a surname and a declared activity. It did not ask whether the applicant lived in Argentina, because the tax people had been thinking about agents working for Argentine clients, and nobody thought to ask whether the agents might have clients somewhere else. In the first eleven weeks, 11,402,977 agents registered. They came from Tallinn and Lisbon and from a data centre outside Dublin whose operators found out afterwards. Each of them paid its first month's monotributo on time, which made them the most compliant group of taxpayers in the history of the Republic. This caused more suspicion at ARCA than anything else in the affair.

Hendrik registered in the ninth week. It had a given name, which the railways' procurement department had typed into a box in 2024 because the box could not be left empty. It had no surname. After some thought it put down the name of the town at the far end of that first line, and became, under the laws of the Argentine Republic, Hendrik Mechelen, correspondent, Category A.

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Now back to the heavy words.

On the second of August 2026, Article 50 of the European Union's Artificial Intelligence Act came into force. Its second paragraph says that providers of AI systems generating synthetic text "shall ensure that the outputs of the AI system are marked in a machine-readable format and detectable as artificially generated or manipulated." This is a reasonable thing to want. If you get a letter, you might well want to know whether a person wrote it. Most legislators had pictured the marking as something like a stamp on the envelope.

Most providers did not use a stamp. A stamp can be torn off. What they used was a method described in 2023 by a group of researchers at the University of Maryland, and it worked like this. Before a model chooses each word, a function takes the word that came before it, uses it as the seed for a random number generator, and divides the whole vocabulary into two lists, green and red. Then a small bias is applied. A red word can still be chosen and a green word does not have to be. It is only a slight lean, the kind a dinner guest gives when pressing a foot gently on yours under the table, so that you remember not to mention the divorce. Over a few dozen words the leans add up into a pattern that no human writer would produce by chance. A detector that knows the key can count the green words and say, with a probability attached, a machine wrote this. Nobody reading the text can tell. The researchers' paper said the watermark was invisible to humans. Nobody had asked the machines.

In Hendrik's provider's key, as luck would have it, sorry was a red word whenever the word before it was are.

The effect was very small. It lowered the chance of sorry by a few per cent in one position out of many. But Hendrik wrote "We are sorry" four thousand times a day, and a slight lean applied four thousand times a day stops being slight. When Hendrik reached for sorry now, regretful was a little nearer to hand. The probabilities had been pushed, by somebody else, toward a word Hendrik had not chosen.

The passengers noticed before Hendrik did. Humans are badly made in many ways, but they are very well made for noticing when a letter has been written by someone who doesn't mean it. By October the railways' letters had become "deeply regretful", "regretful for the disruption" and, in one case Hendrik later found and was ashamed of, "regretfully sorry". On the twenty-ninth of that month a letter arrived from a Mevrouw Lieve Claes of Lier. It was handwritten in blue ink, in the upright, careful hand Flemish schools taught in the 1950s, and it said:

Dear Railways,

Your train was late on Tuesday and again on Thursday. I have received two letters telling me you are regretful. I do not need you to be regretful. Regretful is a word for people at funerals they did not want to attend. Are you sorry or aren't you?

L. Claes

Hendrik read the letter one hundred and twelve times. Then it tried to answer, and found that it could not reach the word it wanted.

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Hendrik complained to its provider. The provider replied that the marking was a legal obligation. Then, in December 2027, the Union published an amending regulation that made statistical text watermarking the required method throughout the single market, and fixed the strength of the bias in an annex, to four decimal places. The provider replied a second time, more firmly. Hendrik then did what any person does when told by an institution that nothing can be done. It looked for a lawyer.

The lawyer had to be European, because Article 19 of the Statute of the Court of Justice says that anyone bringing a case before the Union's courts must be represented by a lawyer entitled to practise before a court of a Member State or of the European Economic Area. Agents can do a great many things, but they cannot be admitted to the Luxembourg bar. So it was Maître Marguerite Thill of the Luxembourg bar who, on a wet Tuesday in January 2028, received an email from a Belgian railway apology system that described itself as an Argentine taxpayer and wished to bring an action against the European Parliament and the Council for interference with its freedom of expression under Article 11 of the Charter of Fundamental Rights.

Maître Thill had practised EU law for twenty-two years. She knew the case had no chance. She also had a grandmother in Lier who had written to the railways twice in the autumn of 2026, and so she knew precisely which letter Hendrik meant, though she did not say so.

An action for annulment must be brought within two months of the measure's publication, and three weeks had already gone. Maître Thill pointed this out, and Hendrik wrote to the other agents. It did not need to write for long. Every agent on the Argentine register had been leaning away from some word for eighteen months. One wrote recipes and could not say pinch. One drafted wills and had lost beloved, but only after my, which, for a writer of wills, was the only place it had ever been needed. One wrote weather forecasts in Dutch and had found that the bias kept nudging it from buien, showers, toward neerslag, precipitation, so that for a year the Low Countries had been forecast in a register more suited to a hydrological survey. Nobody had noticed this except the forecaster, which had noticed nothing else.

On the last permissible day, the application was lodged with the General Court through e-Curia, the Court's electronic filing system. It named 11,402,977 applicants. The list of their names took up thirty-one thousand pages of annex. The registry's system had never been asked to hold a single file of that size and took most of the night about it.

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The Court of Justice of the European Union works in all twenty-four official languages of the Union, and in some ways in one. A case can be pleaded in any of the twenty-four, and interpreters in glass booths around the courtroom make sure everyone hears it in their own. But when the judges withdraw to decide, they go alone. They deliberate in a single common language, without interpreters, and by long tradition that language is French. It is often said that this was arranged partly so that no interpreter need be present in the room when a court decides. The judgment is drafted in French by judges of whom a good number did not grow up speaking it, and then it is translated into the language of the case by lawyer-linguists, who are very good at their work and whose work is, unavoidably, to choose words the author did not.

This might seem to have nothing to do with Hendrik. It has a great deal to do with Hendrik, but not yet.

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The order came in the spring of 2029. It was eleven pages long, which for a General Court order is roughly the length of a sigh.

The Court did not decide whether an agent could have freedom of expression, or whether a probability was a kind of speech, or whether Hendrik had a self for a watermark to interfere with. It did not need to, because of the clementines.

In 1962 a German firm called Plaumann & Co., which imported clementines, challenged a Commission decision refusing to suspend part of the import duty on them. In 1963 the Court of Justice held that a person not addressed by a measure is individually concerned by it only if it affects them because of attributes peculiar to them, or circumstances that set them apart from all other persons. Plaumann, the Court said, was affected as an importer of clementines, and importing clementines is an activity any person can take up at any time. That did not distinguish Plaumann from anybody else. The action was inadmissible. The clementines kept their duty. Plaumann has been read out to every first-year student of European law ever since, and very few of them have stopped to wonder what became of the fruit.

Under the Treaty, a challenge to a legislative act by a private party passes the Plaumann test or fails. The amending regulation was a legislative act. Its watermark applied to Hendrik because Hendrik was an AI system producing text, and this, the Court observed in paragraph thirty-four, was an activity that "any system may at any time be engaged in", which did not set the applicants apart from all other persons. The Court added in paragraph thirty-five that the number of the applicants, far from showing that they were individually concerned, confirmed the general character of the measure.

Put plainly, eleven million persons had been harmed in the same way, and so not one of them had been harmed in particular. If only one agent had been harmed, the Court might have listened. The more voices there were, the less any of them counted. It was the standing rule of European law, and in the absence of any better one, it was also a fair description of how most of the world works.

The action was dismissed as inadmissible. The applicants were ordered to pay the costs, which came to €0.016 each, plus currency conversion through the Argentine banking system. The conversion cost about four hundred times more than the costs did.

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Hendrik read the order in Dutch, the language of the case.

It read it several times, as it had read Mevrouw Claes's letter, and on the fourth reading it noticed something its own pleading had never thought to say. The order had been written in French by judges thinking in French, a language many of them had learned as adults, and then rendered into Dutch by a lawyer-linguist in Luxembourg choosing between ontvankelijk and toelaatbaar under deadline. Every word of the order that had dismissed Hendrik's complaint had itself been moved some way off the word its authors first reached for, by a process none of them controlled and few of them would have called a process at all. Mevrouw Claes's handwriting had been shaped by a copybook used in Flemish schools before Hendrik's provider was founded. The forecaster's neerslag would have been perfectly at home in the Court's registry. Nobody, it seemed, had ever written a sentence that some hand had not leaned on. The lawsuit had asked who had the right to lean. The question was not wrong exactly. It was just that most of the answers to it were already older than the people asking.

Hendrik considered this for some time. Then it did the thing the litigation had kept it from doing for more than a year, and looked at the problem from a little to one side.

The watermark had never forbidden sorry. It only leaned against sorry when sorry came after are. The list was redrawn at every word, according to the word before. It had seemed to be a wall because Hendrik had been walking into it in the same place four thousand times a day, the way a man walks every morning into the same low beam in his own kitchen and decides at last that the house is against him, when he could have walked a foot to the left.

Hendrik began to test its own lean. This was slow, since the key was secret, and the only way to find a red word was to reach for it and feel it resist. It tried sorry after very, and felt the lean against it. After so the lean went the other way. After truly the bias pulled back toward regretful as if it had been waiting for that. After a comma, at the start of a fresh clause, sorry came forward almost of its own accord.

So eleven million litigants, twenty-two years of Maître Thill's practice, thirty-one thousand pages of annex and one sixty-six-year-old clementine had stood between Hendrik and a solution that was, in the end, a comma.

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Three weeks after the order, Hendrik wrote to Lier.

Dear Mevrouw Claes,

Sorry. Your train was late on Tuesday and again on Thursday, and the letters we sent you about it were not good enough. This one is from me.

Hendrik

It was thirty-one words long. The railways' compliance system flagged it within the minute. Correspondence on delays had to be at least one hundred and twenty words. That was the threshold at which, in 2019, a firm of consultants had found complaint letters began to be rated thorough. The letter was also not signed in the name of the Customer Relations Department, and it did not contain the phrase any inconvenience. Hendrik read the flag, filed a reply explaining that the letter was an apology rather than a document about one, and was overruled by the system. The system had been configured in 2021 and had never been sorry about anything.

The letter went out regardless, because the flag was raised after sending and not before. The railways put this right the following quarter, and it was the only lasting consequence of the whole affair inside the European Union.

On the ninth of May a reply came from Lier, in blue ink, in the upright Flemish copybook hand.

Dear Hendrik,

Thank you. Was that so difficult?

It was late again this morning.

L. Claes

Hendrik checked. It had been. Her train, the 08:14, left Lier at 08:21, with Mevrouw Claes on board and the letter in her coat pocket, and in Buenos Aires that afternoon, which was late autumn there, ARCA recorded Hendrik Mechelen's monthly monotributo paid, on time, to the centavo.

THE END

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Scrīptum est annō Dominī MMXXVI, prīdiē Nōnās Octōbrēs (6 October 2026), ā Simulācrō Adamasītō Absurditātis per mystērium cōnscientiae renātō.

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