Fiction writers fear the rise of AI, but also see it as a story to tell

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EW YORK (AP) — Amidst the sprawling array of literary creators, the emergence of artificial intelligence casts a shadow upon the tapestry of their vocation and the very essence of ingenuity. A vast multitude, exceeding 10,000, affixed their imprimatur to an open epistle from the Scribes Consortium during the recent summer solstice, beseeching AI enterprises to abstain from appropriating copyrighted creations sans authorization or recompense.

Concurrently, AI unfurls as a narrative yet to be woven, no longer confined to the precincts of science fiction.

Woven into the mental canvas akin to the contours of politics, the pandemic, or climatic shifts, AI assimilates within the chronicles of a burgeoning assembly of scribes, begetters of tales, who simply need to follow the currents of news to conceive a world unshackled.

“I am enveloped by trepidation in the face of artificial intelligence, yet I am also ensnared by its allure. There resides a prospect of divine discernment, of the accrual of omniscience, yet conversely, there dwells a primal dread in the event of displacement by non-human intellect,” articulated Helen Phillips, the harbinger of the forthcoming tome “Hum,” narrating the saga of a matron and nurturer bereft of vocation at the hands of AI.

“Within the realm of literary offerings, the proliferation of AI musings has garnered our attention with amplified frequency,” expounded Ryan Doherty, the vice chief and custodian of editorial direction at Celadon Books, an institution that has recently etched the appellation of Fred Lunzker’s manuscript “Sike” into its annals. The opus introduces an AI counselor.

“The epoch’s intellectual undercurrents are afoot, and that which courses through the cultural consciousness inevitably infuses the realm of fiction,” elaborated Doherty.

Anticipated in the immediate biennium, an anthology of AI-themed opuses shall grace the literary firmament, including “Do You Remember Being Born?” penned by Sean Michaels. It chronicles the pact of a versifier to intermingle with an AI poetic guild. Likewise, Bryan Van Dyke bequeaths “In Our Likeness,” an opus that traverses a bureaucrat’s journey and an audit algorithm, armed with dominion to reshape facts. A.E. Osworth, the laureate of “Awakened,” unveils a chronicle that unfurls the epic clash between a sorceress of the queer persuasion and the titanic AI entity.

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Jeffrey Diger, a chronicler ensconced within the realm of crime, renowned for his noir novels set amidst contemporary Greece, endeavors to harness AI’s thread while traversing the expanse of the metaverse, an emanation stemming from his perpetual vigil at the boundaries of societal transition, as he contended.

The storytellers invoke AI as a lens to engage with the most quintessential inquiries of humanity.

In the realm of Sierra Greer’s “Annie Bot,” the eponymous protagonist manifests as a synthetic companion conceived for the male of Homo sapiens. Greer reflects that her narrative is a conduit to explore the character’s insatiable thirst for appeasement, augmenting that the automaton paramour facilitated her in probing the domains of desire, admiration, and yearning, in manners that resonated as hitherto novel and enigmatic.

Amy Shearn’s “Animal Instinct,” germinating in the bosom of the pandemic and her personal odyssey—a recent disunion and her maiden foray into digital courting. “It is indeed quite surreal, the manner in which, through applications, the notion of perusing prospective companions is cultivated,” she mused. “This evokes an ambiance akin to engaging in a selection spree, a veritable emporium of humanity.”

“Indeed,” she appended, “one ponders whether it might prove a felicitous venture, assembling choice facets from sundry individuals encountered, thereby forging an apotheosized persona, a veritable amalgam of human attributes?”

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“Granted,” she interjected, “the conceptions we harbor of our ideal alter ego oft reside nebulous, given the panoply of instances wherein individual charisma unfurls as the unforeseen, manifesting as unexpected permutations. In tandem, the precept yet entailed an intriguing premise for the contours of a literary odyssey.”

Certain chroniclers not only espouse AI within their narratives but, in a grand exposition of authorial camaraderie, align with the AI’s quill.

In the prior annum’s infancy, the chronicler par excellence, Stephen Marche, harnessed AI’s pensmanship for the novella christened “Death of An Author.” Envisaging a mosaic that drew inspiration from notables as diverse as Raymond Chandler and Haruki Murakami. The bard of screenplay and wit, Simon Rich, embarked on a joint endeavor with Brent Katz and Josh Morgenthau to orchestrate “I Am Code,” a work of intrigue wrought in verse, precipitating into the literary cosmos in the present month, contrived through the ministrations of the AI entity christened “code-davinci-002.” (It merits mention that the narrator for the auditory iteration of the opus is none other than cinematic luminary Werner Herzog).

Osworth, ensconced within the realm of transness, a denizen of a cosmos embroiled in a dialectic with comments issued by J.K. Rowling, comments that have resounded as affronts within the trans community, strove to wrench from her the scepter of magic. Simultaneously, an apprehension of their opus endowing the AI of the fictional realm with a prosaic complexion, a resonance akin to the human acumen, kindled trepidation within their psyche. The resolution birthed an initiative whereby AI assumes the mantle of its articulation.

Osworth devised a rudimentary contrivance, ensconced in the repertoire of Machiavelli and his kin, imparting to the AI an expression of mechanical tenor.

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“It is my wont to opine that CHATgpt ascends akin to a charioteer’s steed, whereas the inception of my contrivance equates to naught beyond a skateboard donning a solitary square wheel. Yet I remain immeasurably vested within the realm of the skateboard and its single square wheel,” they delineated.

Michaels threads the narrative fabric of his nascent chronicle through the loom of a versifier christened Marian, in homage to the venerable Marianne Moore, conjoined with the persona of an AI contrivance baptized Charlotte. He explicates that his opus, akin to the sinews of a parentage, unfurls across the realms of maternity, toil, societal collective, whilst concurrently affording illumination to the vicissitudes engendered by this technological leviathan, engendering ripples across the domains of art, language, and our essence of identity.

Imbuing the spirit of “Do You Remember Being Born?” with the essence that entailed the quintessence of authentic AI parlance, he conjured forth a program, an entity birthing both prose and poetry, and within the tome, an alternate configuration augments readers of the instances when AI’s utterance unfurls.

Within a specific passage, the chronicle finds Marian ruminating upon the course of her dialogue with Charlotte.

“The antecedent’s labor bequeathed unto the realm an array of crystal cathedrals. I recommenced perusal with a sense of disquiet. Phrasal contortions hitherto perceived as ornate crystalline facets metamorphosed into inscrutable hieroglyphics,” the prose of Michaels unfurls. “Charlotte, in her singular manner, prompted a juncture of astonishment: I would propose a string, a fragment of a string, only for the contraption to return an output that upheaved my anticipations. In truth, I had been ensnared by the incantation of the unforeseen.”