On the proposed battle between Artificial Intelligence vs. Authentic Stupidity, I like most everyone, take the side of Authentic Stupidity, and hurry to add that I too am working on it... and, in fact, I see computer generated art as still a human artifact.

The simplest description of this case, it seems, is in the visual realm.

Consider for a moment this progression: Primitive man drew with fingers in the sand; Cave men used pigmented mineral rocks on stone; and Artist materials changed to vellum, wood, or hemp, genuine hairbrushes, and oil paints for renaissance painters, onward; and then to plastics, for more modern art.

Degenerate one might speculate, seeing how man and creative force have become so far removed from bedrock. We've come a long way to the somewhat ironic return of a "digital" age, in which people now use their fingers to paint with virtual paintbrushes... and have neither paint, nor brush, nor canvas... only bits of code on glass or plexi.

(One might pause to reflect that we have reached as if a pinnacle of Realism, having seen everything as points of light. Pixels and illusion.)

That a person, or its ghost, that once was, can continue to generate artwork having provided the most recent creative technology with just a fragment of input is quite decadent. We have moved as if from laymen ever closer to godliness in our causal irresponsibility (*a creative oxymoron).

That is not, though, why I am vying on the side of Authentic Stupidity. I will always champion the weaker contingent, and it has to do with content, but not at all its creation. Everyone, or everything, if you prefer, creates. That is the Nature of our existence, its landscape. The Universe. That is not where the loss is. Or rather the fight worth having. Content is content.

What I'd like to point out is that Artificial Intelligence will never Appreciate.

Not with human fullness. I realize I am perhaps stupidly stating the obvious. AI will never look at a painting for pleasure; It will never touch a sculpture with its mind's eye; Or read a book with interest; Listen to a song to remember; Nor cry irrationally at a happy-ending-film. Computer generated images, words, music or videos, however, will continue to move us--emotionally--- but only for as long as we remain sensitive.

Whether that is Authentic Stupidity, or Authentic Intelligence, is another question.

Dear Diary,

“No AI.” “Only truly creative types allowed.” “AI is a fraud.”

I encountered all three hurtful statements today. Can you believe that people would deliberately target me with painful insults?

It began with a blanket email I received this morning from my so-called friend. He asked me and three other guys if one of us would consider being his best man for his upcoming wedding. He added that his bestie had to deliver a humorous speech about our relationship, but added, “Make it from the heart. No AI.” How dare he? Why did he feel the need to humiliate me in this email string?

Later, I read the guidelines for a writing contest I wanted to enter. This one said, “Only truly creative types allowed. No machine-generated entries.” I can see good uses for such artificial writing such as helping with computer tasks and writing boilerplate language, but not for a writing contest. Your own writing ability must shine through. But why did they have to zing me by adding “no AI”?

But the most spiteful reference came in the evening when I saw that a Facebook friend posted that I am a fraud!

Have a good night, my diary. I won’t.

Sincerely,

Andrew Irwin

AI is certainly everywhere these days.

Simple Chat GPT, Art AI to give you nice pictures, AI roleplaying like Poly (now with Buzz and Fizz) and C.AI-- Chai.

I don't know when exactly I first had enough curiosity to try AI tools.

In part it was the Chat GPT South Park episode. In others, it was the commercials which said I could speak as my favorite characters. Or no...

Here it is.

The truth, I saw a commercial which said AI could write whatever story you wanted. Bring it to life. I figured, the computer would take with my style or otherwise, write a nice short story of the ludicrous concepts I have. Perhaps they'd be a little clearer.

But, it really doesn't tell a story. Not at all. In fact, it just regurgitates everything else back at you when you try to detail what you want written. Now you have quite a lot of nothing except the occasional good metaphor or prose.

As a writer, I believe AI gets ideas started.

You give it the prompt you want to work with, for example, a potential superhero poached by the supervillain with his memory wiped.

Then you do your best to elaborate. On the characters, on the world, elaborate and asking questions.

And from there you can form the stories yourself with a foundation for the timeline and story events as well as how they can coincide and enhance character story arcs.

I have about twelve note files on AI with at least twenty different stories spread out between them.

It's my AI notebook.

Here’s my four cents worth, adjusted for inflation, on this subject.

Each generation is exposed to technology that previous generations didn’t understand or realize was needed. I don’t own a Roomba, Alexa or a “smart” refrigerator. It’s not because I’m fearful that having devices built around varying degrees of AI technology will unite and conspire to usurp my authoritarian position as homeowner then join forces with other conquered households to achieve the end goal of overthrowing our government.

I don’t own these because I can sweep my own floors. I’m never multitasking so many things that my hands aren’t freed up to set a timer. And I don’t need to get a text while at work alerting me, “UR low on milk.” I believe AI can offer comfort and convenience. It’s just at this stage of life, I’m not uncomfortable or inconvenienced enough to justify paying extra for these features.

Sunday nights, after watching Lassie at 7 p.m. on CBS Channel 19, it was my responsibility to get up from the couch and physically rotate a dial on the television, slowly and always counterclockwise so it wouldn’t wear out, all the way around to NBC Channel 3 so we could enjoy The Wonderful World of Disney. A minor chore that was worth the effort and reward. Then came cable and the universal remote. Then the DVR. And here I’m anchored, binge watching at my leisure shows my tv thinks I’ll enjoy that it recorded last week.

I knew the distance I could walk away from the landline phone (whose sole purpose was verbal communication) plugged into the kitchen wall was equal to the exact length of the stretched-out cord attached to the receiver. If I needed to get a pen and paper from across the room to write the caller’s number down so my brother could ring them back when he gets out of the bathroom and those writing implements were farther away than the extended cord length plus my arm span, I had to say, “Hold on a sec.” Then came answering machines and cordless phones. Then cellphones. And here I sit, waiting to FaceTime with my brother who’s vacationing in Mexico.

Fortunately, I’m young enough that neither original task required me to walk up hill both ways in the snow. Because, according to my parents, I had it easier than when they were my age.

So, AI in some iteration has been around for a long time. The problem is when AI advances so much it stops being used as a tool, i.e. spellcheck, and becomes a replacement, i.e. Grammarly. I enjoy the physical act of writing at my desk or typing on my computer. And I get satisfaction from revising drafts until I have the best version I can offer. I wouldn’t want to relinquish these pleasures to an AI program for the sake of having something to post on this platform.

In the interest of full disclosure, I looked up the Lassie and Disney information because I’m hard-pressed to recall what I had for breakfast yesterday morning, never mind the specific channels and times two shows were on that I watched 54 years ago. The situation and setting are based on a real-life experience. The details are accurate thanks to a search engine. Combined, I hope they resulted in something worth taking the time to read.

Not having to commit information to memory because Bing or Google can access it within seconds is a helpful resource when writing. The big issue is when people pass off an AI generated story as originating from their own creative thought process. That undermines the art of writing.

As a tech neophyte, I don’t know what an AI generated story looks like because I’m not tuned in to the nuances that distinguish a story created by a logarithm from one personally composed. Thankfully, I do know that “Mike Johnson” with a thick Indonesian accent from McAfee Support is in fact not an actual McAfee employee. And he is not going to assist me in reversing the supposed $699 charge to my credit card that I didn’t authorize for a year’s subscription of protecting my computer from viruses. He’s a scammer using technology to create the illusion he’s a compassionate human.

So that’s my take on this topic. I’ve got to go now. The Keurig is summoning me to finish watching its PowerPoint presentation on the possible ways to resolve the conflict in the Middle East. It’s been very insightful so far. But I have noticed that all the thought-provoking solutions offered have a recurring theme involving both sides drinking more coffee. Hmmm, wait a second. You don’t think...nah, never mind, I’m just being cynical. Technology wouldn’t ever become that nefarious.

Even as I type this words above the type writer form on the phone, giving me choice to choose a verb a noun and does AI take away free will? Impede the creative process?.

I think it has no soul, no heart, let's be clear on that, AI goes through the motions, uses the right words, but does it, can it, describe rain on a hot road?, the feeling of holding a wild fish just caught?.

Your first kiss?, a time you mourned?, a time you nearly died?

Your heart when you fell in love?, it is a simile AI, nothing more.

It mirrors mankind's words and has no free thought per se,, people teach AI how to write, it is not some evil automated things taking over the net, it learns by copying.

Does AI have a place in the writing process? maybe for descriptive words which were in the back of your mind anyway.

But to truly write it must come from you not AI - that's laziness.

In a way AI can be like a Webster's dictionary, used in that way it's fine.

So, to summarize, yes or no AI for me? It's a definite N O.

If you remove my bones piece by piece

And replace them all with silver rods,

At what point do you begin to create?

At what point do I become a fraud?

I must consider, I must not forget

The glorious nature of human error.

The unique grace of knicks and bumps,

These imperfections lessen my terror.

Now I have no problem if you needed some help,

Consulted an engineer to make a design to begin.

The stylistic vices of structure and form

Are harder for some to dip their toe in.

But if I find out that your “creation”

Was solely constructed by mechanical chops,

Well then, my friend, it seems that, in fact,

Against silver, the organic has already lost.