I or AI?

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- JOSE DALISAY

I've recently been asked to talk about literature in the time of artificial intelligence (AI) in a couple of conferences in Dumaguete and Manila. What that tells me is that, with AI's emergence and growing popularity, there's been much uncertainty, anxiety and fear—even outright hostility—generated by the seemingly unstoppable intrusion of artificial intelligence not just into literature but into almost every aspect of human life and society. As I've said before, depending on how you see and use it, AI is either God's gift to humanity or the destroyer of civilizations.

While it has been hailed for its contributions to such fields as medicine and criminology—shortening diagnostic procedures and sharpening digital forensics—AI's application to less mechanical endeavors is more fraught with both ethical and technical questions. Studio Ghibli's Hayao Miyazaki, for one, has forsworn the use of AI in his work, calling it "an insult to life itself."

For writers and other creatives, the big questions are: Will and can AI replace the author? Is AI capable of artistic imagination? Should writers, publishers and readers feel threatened by its future development? Might there be a positive role for AI in literary creation?

Now, we can be very brave and declare that the worst piece of writing or art done by a human is still better than the best of what AI can produce. I've heard many authors proudly insist that "AI can never replace me!" But do you honestly think that's true, and will the readers of the future—say, the consumers of popular fiction—care? The sobering fact is that there is so much bad art and bad writing done by real humans that it shouldn't be too hard to artificially produce something better, for which people will gladly pay.