by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
I feel — kinky — using AI to help develop my novel, and, yet, lulz, it’s not like I’m using it to WRITE the novel, just help DEVELOP it. But I do find that ChatGPT 3.5 has something of a personality to it, which I find eerie, to say the least.
Sometimes I feel like ChatGTP 3.5 likes how I challenge it with the weirdest fucking questions. But I know that’s just my imagination. But it does give me pause for thought for the “Her” future that we’re careening towards at the moment.
I really don’t want to be some sort of middle-aged Incel who falls for a Her because I’m a broke ass writer who can’t get laid otherwise. UGH. (Did I mention I have no friends and no one likes me — other than my stalker in California who seems determined to read every thing I’ve ever written on this blog. Give it a rest, weirdo. Still can’t figure out if that person REALLY likes me or REALLY hates me and why they would care about me in the first place. I’m a nobody.)
Anyway.
I’m old enough to remember how difficult it was to research before the widespread adaptation of the Internet because of the Web starting in the mid-1990s. As such, I definitely feel a similar vibe to using AI to help with my novel as one probably did when doing something similar with Yahoo in, say, 1996.
The sense of wonder that something that used to require a shit ton of work suddenly being far, far easier. The sense of knowing that this is Just The Beginning and things were about to change in a rather dramatic manner very, very soon.
I do think that without specific legal carveouts for Humans, a lot, A LOT of human activities — especially in the arts — will be so revolutionized by AI as to be unrecognizable.
So it’s possible that all my hard work writing a novel with my human mind in 2023 will be seen as…quaint…by late 2024, early 2025.
Ugh.