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Type.ai Writing Tool - Essay

The Dangerous Romance of Sunken Costs: Why We Fall in Love with Our Losses


I generated the following essay by asking type.ai to generate an essay on the topic of "The Dangerous Romance of Sunken Costs". It produced a long output of 23 paragraph (only the 1st paragraph is shown below):

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There's something undeniably romantic about the idea of persistence in the face of adversity. We celebrate the entrepreneur who mortgages their house for the third time to keep their failing startup alive. We admire the artist who spends decades perfecting a novel that no one will ever read. We're moved by stories of people who refuse to give up on relationships, careers, or dreams, even when all evidence suggests they should walk away. This cultural narrative of noble persistence has woven itself so deeply into our collective consciousness that we've begun to romanticize one of the most destructive cognitive biases known to behavioral economics: the sunk cost fallacy.

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Then I asked type.ai to convert the essay into 1 poem, but it generated 4 separate poems instead. After that, I asked OpenAI o3 model to convert this essay into a poem called "Sing a Song of Sunk Men", and it understood the task and produced the output shown below:

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Sing a Song of Sunk Men

Sing a song of sunk men, pockets full of loss,
Four-and-twenty daydreams tally what they cost.
When the ledger opened, blackbirds burst in cries—
Wasn’t that a dainty dish of promises and lies?

The king counts every copper coin, the queen eats humble pie;
A maid hangs clothes of shame as whispers ride the sky:
“Quit the game, let the garment fall, sail for saner seas—
There’s no treasure in a pit that only ever bleeds.”

The founder cradles “baby” dreams, stoking fires that won’t ignite;
Boardroom knights defend their sand-built castles out of spite.
Lovers clutch to broken vows that cut like hidden wire,
Workers tend a dying trade, their tools a funeral pyre.

Novelist revises words that never learn to sing,
Mortgaging tomorrow’s joy to pay for yesterday’s fling.
“We’ve come too far to turn,” the stubborn chorus roars,
Trading gold for copper as the quiet lesson soars.

Persistence wears a halo, stubbornness a crown;
The thin line drawn between them is where the wise lay weapons down.
So sing a song of sunk men who thought they knew the way—
Sometimes the bravest act of all is simply turning away.
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This showcases how different AI tools can be used together to complete a task where one tool might be insufficient.