Authors Mona Awad and Paul Tremblay are taking OpenAI to court for allegedly “ingesting” their books to refine its generative capabilities. It seems writers’ work is being used as anonymous mulch to feed the artificial intelligence sausage machine so it can poop out existentially threatening, nutritionless, virtual, fake chipolatas to replace us.
I went on to one of these sites, typed in a story idea and clicked “generate”. The resulting yarn included the lines: “We took a school trip to the moon, our first trip there. The other students were at home, or on other planets.” And: “The vampire stood in front of me and looked into my eyes. I felt a chill. A chill that went to my toes.”
