Sampsa KRobert kirjoittaa hienosti tekoälyn vaikutuksista kirjoittajiin.
"..."You are not bad. You are a jazz musician in a world trying to sell ringtones."
"But Robert, I can't do it anymore," Leo says, and then he breaks. It isn't a loud sob. It is a continuous intake of breath, a collapse of the chest. "Fuck, I tried to write this morning. Just me. Just a blank document. And I stared at the blinking cursor, and every sentence I thought of felt... weak. It felt amateur. I wrote, 'The rain hit the roof like gravel.' And then I thought, no, the AI would say something better. And I deleted it. I deleted it all."
I'm about to say something when he continues,
"I feel so stupid, Rob," he chokes out, the words drowning in his tears. "I feel so stupid. I let it into my head and now I can't get it out. I look at my own thoughts and they look wrong. They look like errors."..."
https://sightlessscribbles.com/posts/the-colonization-of-confidence/