When ChatGPT was around the corner, the hums were about how it’s going to replace humans with AI. As it was capable of doing the job with precision and accuracy even if it lacks empathy.
But who cares, the job is done efficiently and that’s what matters.
The technology is available just at the tap of your fingers. People are using it to get the perfect answer, the perfect picture and even the perfect questions to ask. When did the world stop entertaining originality and authenticity? With just a tap, you can no longer lack grammar skills, no need to know the past and future tense. We started our journey as a seeker but we ended up being clones.
The question arises when people’s lack of out-of-the-box creativity is no longer running freely, scaring their own potential. Technology has handed them crutches and now they can walk nth distance just as a cakewalk.
No more errors, no more arguments, no more brain work. Authenticity is dying a slow death or maybe it’s already dead. Somewhere you’ll ask yourself: hey but it’s not that bad. I second that however, nothing has ever killed creativity like ChatGPT did.
In the literature realm who will write the books like White Nights where ‘Nastenka’ is written more than 50 times and there’s not a single trace of the protagonist, who’ll write about turning a human into a bug to give glimpse of life from a different perspective. I guess no one but maybe someone brave enough to still do convos like an excited little kid, someone who’s still ruffling through the pages under a pile of books. Someone crazy enough to look in your eyes and say my life is beyond AI, my mind is free.
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As a blogger, I’m no safer from the claws of AI. Every time a convo that I want to be a part of but don’t know how to, I’ll turn to ChatGPT and ask him to draft the most interesting pointers. The articulated words from my mouth seem foreign as I’m the messy one, the unstructured one, who’ll write a draft and rearrange the words when it feels free or at peace.
And here’s the honest bit, I’ve used AI. Sometimes I don’t know how to start a piece or how to end it, so I ask ChatGPT to give me a push. And every time, it delivers something clean, smart, usable.
But it also sounds like someone else.
That’s when I start over. Not because it wasn’t “good,” but because it wasn’t me. I’m not that polished. I’m the one with twenty drafts named “final_final_real_one.” I write like I think in half thoughts and mental Post-its. I move things around, delete stuff impulsively, and keep one messy line that just feels right, even if no one else gets it.
That’s how I write. And yeah, it’s slower. It’s messier. But it’s mine.
If there’s one thing I’m scared of losing, it’s that.
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