When I opened up a blank page on which to write today's music or poetry blog, a full third of the bottom of the page was occupied with a brand new message from AI. Interference by AI had previously been limited to an unobtrusive, easily ignored sidebar where one could invite AI to "write (a blog) and publish faster" or create graphic images. For the fun of it I have several times experimented using AI to illustrate a few blogs, but I always identify AI as the source of those images (half of them being more or less absurd). Otherwise, I ignore the sidebar choices to use AI.
Today the new AI feature went one step further: right in my face it listed suggested topics on which I can write - and then AI will draft the blog for me.
Seriously.
Three topics were listed:
"Music's Role in Emotional Detachment"
"Exploring Loneliness Though Soundscapes"
"Exploring Loneliness Though Music's Lens"
If I don't like those topics, I can hit the circular arrow and come up with three more topics. Out of curiosity I did just that:
"The Healing Power of Unexpected Songs" (WTF is an "unexpected song"?)
"The Healing Power of Unexpected Music Playlists" (Mr. AI is beginning to run out of steam a bit here, no?)
"The Healing Power of Music in Overcoming Loneliness" (Mr. AI is flagging in creativity since all three titles begin with four identical words)
AI has scraped the world and determined that we are all suffering serious pangs of loneliness, so I "should" be writing about that topic above all others? Apparently, Mr. AI has read the US Surgeon General's book on the national loneliness pandemic. That was not at all what I intended to write about, but by now I have forgotten what my original topic was.
I could go on forever hitting the circular arrow, but why? I decided the best revenge was to write this blog.
Mr. AI thinks I have no longer have a brain. I'm clearly lacking in desire, motivation, and the where-with-all to come up with my own topics. I need AI to think for me.
So I did the only proper thing I could do: I went to my Nespresso machine and made the strongest lungo cup of coffee I could, then returned to my computer to identify the cause of the horror and chills that had come over me:
The appearance of Mr. AI courtesy of my blog's WIX program editors, suggests that I don't need to determine what is meaningful in life. I can just "lie back and enjoy it" when AI chooses for me (i.e., rapes me). I am being herded along the AI chute like a cow going to slaughter, and away from my belief in "the autonomous woman" and my life-long commitment to self-determination by and for women and everyone.
This new WIX AI feature is most assuredly "a brother by another mother" of the young Mar-a-Logo dinner guest, Nick Fuentes.
Not long ago after the election of No. 47, I was astounded to happen upon a video of Fuentes' face contorted into an evil, gleeful grin as he said to those of us women who deign to think that we have a right to make choices about our own body: "Your body -- MY CHOICE!"
Or today..."My mind - MR AI's CHOICE.
Just like it seems I have no choice to dismiss the multiplying AI features that have been foisted on me without me choosing them.
If the unbidden appearance of the new AI feature taking up 1/3 of my blank composition screen, is not "the" perfect example of my long-held (for over 50 years) belief that the grand majority of us human beings are basically psychological fascists desiring salvation from thinking, courtesy of a chosen "daddy" or "mommie" -- I don't know what is. This new AI feature encourages the general numbing of both feeling and exercise of the creative and analytical mind that feed right into the US' new wannabe dictator's intended 2025 Plan for next year.
The new writing feature is also like the proverbial fox guarding the chicken house - represented by those who chose and voted for No. 47 who is a sexual predator and vows to "protect" us women even if we don't want it. AI will "protect" us even if we don't want it, right?
Although he lived in a time before the advent of AI, the famed British writer and professor of English, C.S. Lewis, would understand me. In his small, precise book "On Writing and Writers" he said something similar: "What staggers me is how any person can prefer the galley-slave labor of transcription (copying or plagerizing) to the freeperson's work of attempting an essay of their own."
I feel staggered today.
In case you are curious, did I go one step farther and use the new AI feature to draft this essay?
I'll leave that up to you to guess.
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