In this realm of AI and ChatGPT, it is easy to see the future through some narrowed and suspicious eyes. After all, none of us is going to have the same jobs we have now if the trend of AI capabilities continues its explosive growth. However, I think the future years will be rocky but in the end we will not only survive it all; we are going to excel.
After all, as we can see in the picture above, new capabilities have risen from the rise of the machine.
This picture is the result of my feeding ChatGPT a pdf of my book 1 BuyMort manuscript. I told it to read my book, and then draw a scene from its text. That’s it. It’s something I asked multiple artists to do over my brief stint as an author, and something that none of them would ever do despite the money offered for such. While that is hopefully not a reflection on the interest of my earlier works, lol, it does display an example of what I’m talking about here.
While AI is taking over the manual labor, it still requires material to draw upon. Creativity. Imagination.
I fully expect that the new curve is going to be the ability to think up creations that shock and awe. Especially as we all get inundated by AI art and writing, all of which will be generally the same thing over and over again.
I wasn’t immediately a convert, mind you. It wasn’t until the beginning of December, reading over a story submitted for my editing services, that I truly began to see it all in this light. For you see, the story was obviously written by ChatGPT, and it required a great deal of work to make it into a sellable novel. So I contacted the woman, a grandmother, to tell her just that. And she told me it was just for her, that it was okay and thanks for telling her.
So I continued. And I fell in love with the concept she presented. It was the story of Christmas Pups, a unit of eternal cute dogs who do their best to visit the lonely and depressed during holiday seasons, and ultimately make them happy again or at least keep them from offing themselves. I could feel the authors intentions and her own loneliness in the words, and I could feel how the story comforted her, acting as its own little Christmas Pup to this old lonely woman who had conceived it.
AI gave her voice. Maybe it even saved her life. And that, my friends, is what brought me over. I won’t use it myself, at least not for the forseeable future, because I already have a voice through which to tell tales. But for those who don’t have the capacity, I am well open to hearing their stories told through the robotic means of the artificial voice.
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