Seeing my best friend, who I have introduced into the great world of fanfiction, had so many conversations about art with, and bonded with over so many books, shows, and games, use AI is so discouraging. You are an artist, a fanfic writer, a reader. You are both the poet, the author, the creator, as well as the audience. You have so much creativity, and yet you use AI. You have an entire world in your palm, and all you need to do is pick up a pencil to complete it. Yet you use AI. I have seen firsthand the joy you find yourself experiencing while you create. I have seen the passion, the fixation, the determination. Yet. You. Use. AI. You have seen the way it has affected me, hurt me, and made me miserable and practically useless at all things creative whilst I was using it. You have seen my hatred for it, how it absolutely infuriates me when someone praises a lifeless computer. You have seen my own passion for my work; you have witnessed the connection we share over art. You have seen the feelings of hopelessness it has caused me, how lost I am due to it. All human emotions, caused by something completely without any sense of feeling.
If the world keeps progressing the way it is, I will never be able to pursue a career in music. My biggest dreams and hopes, crushed by an emotionless computer. You have seen how hard I fought to escape the pit you are only dragging yourself back into, after you had promised to stay out the hole. You have seen me, failure after failure, succeed only after escaping it and embracing what is ours, what makes us human.
Everytime, I had it with me as I fell. You know what I have now, out of the depths of hell and thriving? Art. I have my humanity. I have what makes me real. A bunch of coding on a screen will NEVER compare to that. I am here, I am real, it is not and never will be.
