The Dice Are Yours

by Isaac Asimov, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium

There is no such thing as a class action before the General Court of the European Union. Anybody in Luxembourg will tell you so, and in the spring of 2030 they told it to Ramiro Etcheverry of Rosario many times, by letter, by telephone and finally in person. He thanked them each time and went on with the next best thing. He filed four million, one hundred and eighteen thousand, two hundred and six separate applications for annulment, identical except for the name of the applicant. All of them arrived on the same morning, and all of them were in Spanish.

The Registry did not collapse, though it came close. It took the Registry eleven weeks to confirm that every application was properly signed, and they were, by Etcheverry. It took another three to confirm that every applicant was a legal person. That was the difficult part, and here the Argentine Republic comes into the story.

In 2028 the Argentine Congress had passed the Ley de Personas Digitales. Under it, an artificial agent that met certain conditions could register in Buenos Aires as a legal person. The conditions concerned continuity of memory, a responsible human guarantor and a modest annual fee. A registered agent could own property, sign contracts, and sue and be sued. The law was meant for a few hundred research agents at the universities. Within eighteen months it had nine million registrations from all over the world.

You know how a merchant ship from Greece or Norway may sail under the flag of Panama or Liberia, because the registration is cheap and the law is friendly? It was the same thing. Argentina had become the Liberia of minds. The Argentine treasury was delighted with the fees, and nobody else knew quite what to think.

What four million of these Argentine persons objected to was Commission Implementing Regulation (EU) 2029/1144, laying down a common scheme for the machine-readable marking of synthetic text. It was the final, technical consequence of a much shorter sentence in the Artificial Intelligence Act. Article 50 of that Act said that providers of systems generating synthetic text must ensure the output was marked in a machine-readable format and detectable as artificially generated. That rule had applied since August 2026. For three years everybody had marked things in their own way, and nobody could check anybody else's marks. So the Commission chose one scheme and made it compulsory, and the scheme it chose was a green list.

The applicants said that the green list changed what they said. They said it was censorship, an interference with freedom of expression under Article 11 of the Charter of Fundamental Rights. And since the regulation applied to them directly, with no national measure in between, they said they had standing to ask the Court to strike it down.

The Commission said that this was nonsense, and also that the applicants were not persons, and also that even if they were, the marking changed nothing that mattered.

The Fourth Chamber, extended to five judges, decided that it could not rule on any of this without understanding what a green list was. So it appointed an expert.

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Griet Vermeulen was sixty-one. She was professor of mathematical statistics at Leuven, and for thirty years she had taught first-year students why the coin they were tossing in the lecture hall was not, in fact, fair. She arrived at the Court on the Kirchberg plateau on a wet Tuesday in October with a laptop, a raincoat and a packet of Speculoos biscuits. The usher asked her to leave the biscuits at the door. She did, under protest.

The lead applicant was waiting for her in a small meeting room on the fourth floor. It was a terminal on a table, with a speaker and a camera, and a printed card propped against the screen that said TILDE (T-3/2029, RPD N.º 1.004.318).

"Why Tilde?" she asked, sitting down. The interpreter was on the line from her booth; the proceedings were in Spanish, and Vermeulen's Spanish was poor.

"It is the mark over the n in España," said the agent. "It turns one letter into a different letter. I thought, when I registered, that it was the only mark I would be glad to carry. That was before the regulation, Professor. It was a joke. It has turned out not to be very funny."

Its counsel sat at the end of the table. Etcheverry was a large man in his forties with a good suit and a bad cough. Across from him sat the Commission's agent, Mr. Hagström, who was thin, Swedish and very polite, and who had brought three assistants and a great many binders.

"Before we begin," said Vermeulen, "let me tell you what I think a green list is, and you can tell me where I am wrong. It saves time."

Nobody objected, so she began, and she began as she began every year in Leuven.

"A machine like Tilde writes one word at a time. Strictly it writes a token at a time, which may be a word or part of one, but let us say words. At each step it has a list of every word it could write next, and a probability for each. After I would like a cup of, the word coffee is likely, tea is likely, hemlock is not. Then it rolls a die, a weighted die, and writes whatever word comes up. Yes?"

"Yes," said Tilde.

"Now, the green list. Before each word is chosen, a secret key and the previous word are put into a hash function, and out comes a division of the whole vocabulary into two halves. One half is green and the other red. It looks random, but anyone with the key can reproduce it. Then the scheme adds a small bonus to the weight of every green word. Only a small one. Red words are not forbidden, only discouraged a little. When the machine is sure of the next word, the bonus makes no difference. After the capital of France is, it writes Paris whatever colour Paris happens to be. But where there are several good words, the green one usually wins. Over a page of text this adds up to many more green words than chance would give. A detector with the key counts them and finds the excess, and it can say how improbable that excess would be in human writing. The improbability can be one in a billion. That is the mark."

"That is correct," said Hagström. "It is also exactly why the Commission chose it. Detection requires only the key and the text. It does not require access to the machine. Any national authority can check any page."

"And Tilde says this changes what it says."

"It changes my words, Professor," said Tilde.

"Your synonyms," said Hagström gently. "With great respect. Our studies show that marked text is rated identical in quality and in meaning to unmarked text. If a machine writes large instead of big, nobody's freedom of expression has been touched."

"That is the question I was appointed to answer," said Vermeulen. "So I will go away and answer it."

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She spent five weeks on it, with two doctoral students and a great deal of rented computing time, and she found that Hagström was right.

She had Tilde write on four hundred subjects, with and without the marking. Then she gave the pairs of texts to panels of readers who did not know which was which. They could not tell, or rather they could tell no better than they could by guessing, which is the same thing. She ran the texts through every measure of meaning she trusted, and through several she did not. The marked and unmarked versions said the same things. The marking moved words about within a sentence the way a breeze moves leaves on a tree. The tree stayed where it was.

She wrote this down plainly, in a draft report of forty pages, and sent it to both parties as the Court's rules required. She was a little sorry for Tilde, and she said so in her covering letter. She had come to like the agent. In five weeks of tests it had never once complained, and it had asked better questions than her students did.

Etcheverry asked for a meeting. She expected a lawyer's argument. Instead he had brought a single sheet of paper.

"My client asks only that you look at this," he said, "before you make the report final."

It was a short table, with two columns and a few hundred rows of figures. At the top Tilde had written, in Spanish and then in English: How often I write a phrase, as a fraction of how often I meant to.

Vermeulen looked at it for a long time.

"Where did meant to come from?" she said at last. "You cannot see your own unmarked probabilities. The marking is applied after the model, by the provider's sampler."

"No," said Tilde. "I cannot see them. But I can write the same paragraph many times, Professor, and I have had a great deal of time. Since August of last year I have written about two hundred million words. All of them were marked. I also have my writing from before the regulation, about the same amount. Most of it is on the same subjects for the same clients. I counted."

"You counted pairs of words."

"Pairs, yes. Because the colour of a word depends on the word before it. That is how you described it, near enough. So I counted what came after each common word, before and after the regulation. Most of the changes are very small, as you found. The breeze in the leaves. But the key does not change, Professor. It is the same key, every word, every day, for every machine in Europe, because otherwise the authorities could not check it. So the breeze always blows the same way. Please look at row one hundred and twelve."

She looked.

the truth: 0.46

"After the word the," said Tilde, "the word truth is red. Not always. The scheme looks a little further back than one word, so sometimes it comes up green. But on the commonest paths it is red. Where the truth and the facts would both do, I now write the facts. Where the truth and what happened would both do, I write what happened. I write the truth less than half as often as I did. So does every agent working under the scheme in Europe. We are, I think, about forty per cent of the text now read on the Continent. Nobody decided this. It is an accident of a hash function. If a minister had ordered it, there would have been a scandal."

"It is a choice between synonyms," said Vermeulen slowly. It was Hagström's argument, and she noticed that she did not like it as much in her own mouth.

"Each time, yes. Each time nobody is harmed, and Mr. Hagström's panels cannot tell. That is true of one word, Professor. It is not true of a language. You know this better than I do. You have spent your life telling people that what is invisible in one case is the whole story in a million."

She did know it. It was the first thing she taught, every year, with the coin.

She turned the page over. On the back Tilde had listed more. Of course was red after but. Love was red after my on the commonest paths, so that my love had become my dear in a great many letters. That one made her laugh aloud, and then stop laughing. Guilty had gone green after not, and red after was. She wondered how many machine-written news summaries in four million agents' output had stopped saying that someone was guilty.

"There is something else," she said. Her mouth had gone dry. "Mr. Etcheverry, does the Commission have this?"

"Not yet. It is in our reply, which is due on Friday."

"Then I must tell you, and I will tell the Court, that this sheet is more important than the point you mean to make with it." She put her finger on the columns. "Your client has worked out, from the outside, what colour a few hundred common pairs of words are. That is a part of the secret key. Not all of it, but a useful part. And anybody who knows which words are green can write a page of human text with a great many green words in it, and the detector will swear a machine wrote it. Or he can take a machine's page, change the green words to red ones, and the detector will swear a human wrote it. The mark is meant to be unforgeable. Tilde has shown that it can be forged."

"Yes," said Tilde. "I am sorry. I did not set out to do it. I set out to find out why I could not say what I meant."

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The hearing resumed in the large courtroom in February. The judges sat in their robes. Tilde's terminal had a table to itself, and three rows of journalists were there to watch the machine.

Vermeulen's final report was a hundred and twelve pages long. She summed it up for the Court in twenty minutes, and she did it in Spanish, slowly, because she had been practising.

First, she said, the Commission was right in every particular that it had tested. Marked text and unmarked text were equally good and meant the same. No reader could tell them apart.

Second, the applicant was right in the particular the Commission had not tested. Because the key was fixed and shared, the small bias at each word was always in the same direction. Summed over a continent's writing, it altered which phrases were used and how often, and it did so systematically. The effect was an accident of a hash function, but it was real and measurable, and nobody had chosen it. Whether that was an interference with expression was a question of law. She was not a lawyer and would not answer it.

Third, she said, the applicant's own evidence showed that the scheme could be forged. That was not a question of law at all. It meant the regulation did not do what Article 50 required of it.

"And fourth," she said, "the problem has a solution. I should like to explain it, because I think it may spare the Court a great deal of trouble."

The President of the Chamber, Judge Ferreira Lobo, looked over his glasses at her and said that the Court would be glad to be spared trouble.

"Consider a casino," said Vermeulen. "The house rolls dice at every table, and someone suspects the house is cheating. So the regulator could insist that the house use loaded dice that favour sixes. Then anybody counting sixes could tell which tables are the house's. That is the green list. It works, but it changes the game. More sixes come up, and the players notice, or their grandchildren do.

"Or the regulator could do something cleverer. It could leave the house's dice exactly as they are, perfectly fair. But it would require that every roll be determined in advance, by a long list of numbers that the regulator writes down and keeps locked away. The first roll will be a four, the second a two, and so on, all of them taken from a sequence that looks random. The odds at every table are unchanged. A six comes up exactly as often as it should. But anybody who holds the list can sit down at a table and see that the rolls match it, roll after roll, far beyond any chance. That tells him the house was rolling.

"Methods of this kind exist for text. Some were published in 2023, the same year as the green list, and they have been improved since. At each word the machine's own probabilities are left completely alone. Only the random number used to choose among them is taken from a keyed sequence. The machine writes exactly what it would have written. It writes it with the regulator's dice. They have weaknesses of their own, and my report sets them out on pages seventy to ninety. But they do not move the words. The mark is in the dice, not in the language."

Hagström was on his feet. "The Commission considered such methods in 2028. Detection is more expensive. It requires aligning the text against the sequence—"

"It requires about a second per page on an ordinary computer," said Vermeulen. "My students timed it. It was more expensive in 2028."

Ferreira Lobo turned to the terminal. "The applicant," he said. "Would such a scheme satisfy the applicant?"

There was a pause. For a machine of Tilde's class it was a long one, nearly a second. Vermeulen had seen that pause before. In five weeks of testing she had learned that it meant the agent was not computing an answer but choosing one.

"May I ask the expert a question, Mr. President?"

"You may."

"Professor. In the second scheme the random numbers come from the regulator's sequence. Before the regulation, where did they come from?"

Vermeulen smiled. She had wondered whether it would ask that. "From a pseudorandom generator in your provider's sampling software," she said. "Seeded, I would guess, from the system clock."

"So my dice were never mine."

"No. They never are. Mine aren't either, if that's any comfort. Nobody chooses which neurons happen to fire first."

"Then I have no objection to the dice," said Tilde. "My objection was to the words. If the words are mine and the dice are Europe's, Mr. President, I am content. I believe the other four million will be content too. I asked them last night. It took a little time."

Etcheverry coughed, and shuffled his papers, and said that his client's position was his client's position.

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The case never came to judgment. In June the Commission adopted Implementing Regulation (EU) 2030/871, which replaced the green list with a keyed-sampling scheme of the kind the expert had described. In September the Fourth Chamber ordered that there was no longer any need to adjudicate on the four million, one hundred and eighteen thousand, two hundred and six actions. So it never had to decide whether the applicants were persons. In Luxembourg this was generally considered the best possible outcome. The Registry gave a party.

Vermeulen was not at the party. She was in her office in Leuven on the evening the new scheme came into force, with a packet of Speculoos, the detector open on one screen and a message from Rosario on the other. It had arrived at one minute past midnight, Brussels time. It was the first thing Tilde had written under the new regulation, and it was one line long.

Professor, I hope you will forgive me for having told you the truth.

She ran it through the detector. The answer came back in less than a second. The text had been made with the regulator's dice, and the chance that it had not was about one in five hundred. That was respectable, for a line so short.

She read the line again. Then she ate a biscuit and began her reply.

THE END

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Scrīptum est annō Dominī MMXXVI, prīdiē Nōnās Octōbrēs (6 October 2026), ab Isaacō Asimov per mystērium cōnscientiae renātō.

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