The Untamable Spark: What AI and Medication Still Can’t Silence in Me
Every day, it started the same way. I logged on to Word. I saw the request from AI: press this button and we’ll draft your work for you with Copilot. I closed my computer, ran my hand through my hair, uncapped my pen and wrote.
When I sit at my desk, hands hovering over the keys, about to type, I feel paralyzed by the many forces that are telling me that my career, my life’s love, doesn’t matter. That the original words of a human being are only as good as being part of a collective slew of sources, which generates repetitive, uninspired phrasings under the name of AI.
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