As an author, when I look at AI, it’s hard to see it as anything but a threat. I have played around with AI and been impressed with how fast (just seconds) it can spit out a sonnet when given a topic to write about. Of course I’m biased, but I haven’t been nearly as impressed with the quality of the handful of items I’ve asked it to produce. But AI is still pretty new, and it’s likely to get better and better as time passes.
It makes me wonder about many things. Will there still be a need for authors in the future? Or composers? Or artists? I also wonder if something created in the past by by Shakespeare or Mark Twain or even me that’s out there swimming around in all the information AI can sift through, will someday emerge in substantial part as a “new” work credited to some undeserving, AI-assisted source. And what happens then?
And what about readers? Many have a favorite author and eagerly await their next book. Will that still be the case if it’s not the real deal? Or if AI produces new works by famous, long dead authors, will people want to read them?
All questions and no answers. But what I do know is that I don’t want any help from AI. I would miss out on the fun and satisfaction of creating something myself. Fame and fortune come to very few authors. The reward for most of us is the joy of seeing something that came from our own brain.