I was kind of trying to become an author, in my case a writer, and I spent a lot of time perfecting my style and polishing my chapters, and studying the novels I read to write well and interestingly. But a month ago I finally gave up when, after studying the material and asking other people, I realized that I had no chance.
And if there is a chance, then for a year or several to become the author of AI, and I did not want to stoop to such a level, for me it is the greatest shame and insult. Alas, soon there will be much more real art in the comments than in these generated empty shells.
Yeah, I’m damn offended, and yeah, I think I’ve made a post like this before, but now I just want to have a heart-to-heart talk, and now I’m damn hurt, and I keep writing, and I don’t even know why, but I feel like I have to.
Yes, unfortunately, in addition, I am not a native English speaker, so this post may read strangely or stupidly, alas, but I apologize.
These AIs are more likely to simply steal human labor than create something of their own, although they are not people, so there is nothing surprising about it.
And I have another problem: my writing style is, so to speak, bloodthirsty, and the characters’ stories are cruel, I’m afraid that I will be constantly threatened with blocking if I publish this, but I don’t care, I will continue, I can’t not write.
But reality can be merciless, as if a flood had swamped an entire city along with its inhabitants, sparing neither children nor anyone else.
That’s why I’m afraid that capitalism can work miracles, even taking away people’s souls.
But thank you for your comforting answer.