I got the overarching sense of an LLM making drama out of confusing or insignificant things. Some specific LLMisms that irritated me—beyond the creepy soulless AI cartoons—included:

> Fifty minutes. In the cold. Night after night, for seven years.

> Three pinpoints of light. One photographic plate. Vanished within fifty minutes.

> No university, no lab, no funding. He pulled down the dataset, wrote his own code from scratch, and ran every test independently.

> one telescope, one mountain, one drawer of plates.

> Different telescope. Different continent. Same signature.

> Signed and numbered. Just 150 copies. When they’re gone, they’re gone.

> […]the wider corpus this comic was built from. The science holds because the receipts hold.

> The Palomar Lights — a story told in data, glass, and light.

I just read a pre-LLM thriller written almost exactly like this. This is dialed up to eleven, but this is a fairly common writing style.

It switches my brain into skimming mode very quickly, as it reads quite padded.

Maybe it's me not being a native speaker, but that seems okish?