Memoir / Essay
The Last Lines Belonged to Her
What my mother’s fifty year old Gujarati poems taught me about AI, originality, and the strange new value of being human.
After more than two years of using AI almost every day, I no longer find most of these demonstrations particularly surprising.
Of course AI can do the work. That argument, I think, is already over.
- IThe Economics of Sameness
- IIThe Machine Can Write. But Whose Life Is It Writing?
- IIIThe Papers
- IVPerhaps We Have Been Asking the Wrong Question
