A couple of days in the past I attempted Chat GPT and DALLE-2 for the primary time. My thoughts instantly fell into the abyss. I used to be obsessive about visions of a dystopian future during which human creativity now not existed, a future during which synthetic intelligence applications reminiscent of these had been the one artists, composers, and writers left to work.
After which, once I thought I might hit the underside, Abyss laughed and stated, “Caleb, you ignorant idiot,” opened a trap-door, and fell once more, deeper and deeper till—eventually—I used to be in a wasteland of proverbs that neither Isaac Asimov nor Aldous Huxley had ever imagined. I lived there for 2 days. It was grim. Perhaps I might nonetheless be there if it weren’t for my spouse. She is the one who introduced me out of my torment by doing what she does finest. She referred to as me on it.