Earlier this week, I wrote about the fragmentation and isolation that already plague our work and personal lives. Introducing further barriers to human interaction, even in something as mundane as a work email, struck me as sacrilegious. Although it was challenging to articulate initially, I now realize that my unease stems from a deep sense of anger.
Fundamentally, I am angered by the presumption that this technology can pass as human-like enough for us to accept it as an integral part of our lives. Moreover, I am troubled by the realization that countless human interactions, bursts of creativity, and painstaking work are being usurped and presented back to us as if AI-generated outputs are equal to the value of human effort.
