mary van milligen

All,

Hello, my name was Original Writing. To achieve a more personal connection, you may refer to me as OW. You started a darling relationship with me as a child.  You scribbled letters and eventually your own name.  The crayon became the pencil, then the pen, and eventually the keyboard.  

At first, the keyboard and I were besties.  Furiously fast, my words would cover the brightness of the white screen.  We really became inseparable.  But something happened; keyboard ignored me and turned to a new friend, you can call this enemy, AI.

To my incredulous dismay, AI stole all my former data. With insulting exasperation, my power and ingenuity drowned, leaving me fighting for air to maintain my perpetual need to foster and demonstrate human’s minds, feelings, sincerity, compassion, intellect, and most importantly, unique style and voice.

I called for a duel at sunrise.  AI and OW met and proceeded to take the required marching steps of distance to settle the notorious feud. 

But, this never precisely occurred.

AI cheated, predicted my moves, and eliminated me.

How could you let this happen? How could you let the power of artificiality dominate sensibility? 

It’s on you, human.  

When we don’t protect the ethics and standards for original writing, we’ve folded the cards on humanity. So, shuffle up and deal the conscience cards on the table before the incredibly dire consequences permeate.  Establish a full house of integrity.

Sincerely,

OW (AKA, frustrated writer and teacher named Mary)