I made a promise to Jacqueline, my editor on these posts, that I wouldn’t write about AI again. Or at least not in the near future. But I find myself reneging on that pledge almost immediately. Jacqueline believes that AI is an existential peril for us creative people and that we shouldn’t give it the oxygen of publicity. I agree, but as one of the dwindling number of humans who still has an outlet for their writing, I can’t resist using it to draw attention to the potential folly of handing our lives over to the machines.
Recently I attended the sixtieth birthday party of a journalist friend where the main topic of conversation among the assembled hacks was: who still has a job (not many of them), and, of those who do, who has been using AI to help them do it (worryingly quite a lot). The possible connection between the two seems to have eluded them.
So, my apologies to Jacquline for returning to this most modern and pressing of topics, but I fear I may not have many more chances to diss the competition. By way of compensation for my older readers I will insert a few references to 1970s television.
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