(Writer) Bummed, but Resigned.

AI has taken over.

I think it writes better than me now. Actually, I know for sure now.

I draft something. Something I write that I'm proud of, then out of a stupid virtue called "curiosity" I ask AI for its version. And, a split moment later, it spits out something so much better. Profound.

I sit there, reading it, engaged. I try to remember that it (the AI) wrote it only because I asked it to, and the algorithm or whatever it does inside, could only do so because I "inspired it".

But, it's so much better. I love whatever it made so much more.

And, so I'm bummed. Depressed. Well, hurt in a way that I couldn't do it that well to start.

So, I give up. AI has surpassed me.

From now on, AI (insert chatbot here), you win. I need you.