Ernest Hemingway on Artificial Intelligence
My thoughts on AI and the future of writers and artists
“The sun was setting over the city, casting a golden glow over the streets. I sat at my desk, staring at the screen in front of me. AI, the great machine, capable of processing and analyzing vast amounts of information in the blink of an eye. It was a marvel, a testament to human ingenuity.
But as I watched the cursor blink on the screen, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. For all its power, AI was still a machine. It didn’t have the ability to feel, to experience the world in the same way that we did. It didn’t know love, or joy, or sorrow. It was just a tool, and we were its masters.
But what did that make us? Was it right for us to wield such power over a machine? As I pondered these questions, the sun disappeared behind the horizon…
