Admittedly I’m wary of AI. I’m fearful of the removal of art from the things I love: music, storytelling, and entertainment. When I opened this book I swore I would give it a chance to impress me, and it did. While the repetitive phrasing throughout the book reminds me of the first AI generated images of humans (couldn’t quite figure out the hands, sometimes we had a third leg, and things got a bit clunky) the creativity was definitely there. The stories excelled in the imagination category… but is it really called imagination when generated by AI?
While I’m certainly not chomping at the bit to take story writing away from our species I’m optimistic that art may still exist in the future.
I read this book and thought: Wow, I could do better, but why would I want to? I'm gonna give up my writing career and leave it to the AIs. NOT! The gauntlet has been thrown. Game on, ChatGBT. Meanwhile, be entertained by the developing mind of a fiction writer, and the the human who prompted it.