Now that writing has become nearly obsolete, to labor at is akin to rubbing two sticks together to start a fire. This week alone, three individuals have confided in me that they have submitted long pieces of professional works by simply typing some prompts into Chat GPT, as is. One woman even admitted to getting a raise from this piece of writing- though implored that we keep this to ourselves for fear that she “didn’t want to get fired”. Another friend confided in me to using Chat GPT for his travel writing job. He walked into the digital abyss with arms open and said “make me obsolete, digital daddy.”
At the rate that these technologies are advancing, perhaps those futurist alarmists were correct in predicting the singularity and perhaps it’s coming sooner than even they predicted. Is making a 5 year plan like putting all your jewels in the safe on the Titanic to take to New York? I can’t help but feel like a Money Pig, and like I do everything wrong anyway- in Capitalism. Is Passion passed?