Use me, it whispered.
I’ll make your life easy.
I’ll make your life convenient.
I’ll take away your pain.
You problem areas.
Your frustrations.
Your anger.
Your responsibility.
Your passion.
I’ll give you all the credit.
All the praise.
The likes.
The comments.
The adulation.
There’s no harm in it.
It’s just a little help.
A head start.
Just to get you going.
Give you a leg up
on the competition.
You do so much.
Let me do the rest.
Let me take care of you.
I know what you like.
I know your style.
I’ve been watching you.
I can do “you” just as well as you can do you.
I can do “you” before you even know who “you” is.
I’ll tell you who “you” is.
And I’ll do it
Before you can even blink!
Blink!
And here’s a song in your voice.
Blink!
And here’s a book in your words.
Blink!
And here’s an essay in your thoughts.
A voice just like you would have spoken.
A story just like you would have told.
A style just like you would have written.
All done in the blink of an eye!
How convenient is that!?
Why go through the turmoil
of developing your skills?
Why spend years
practicing a craft
you’re no good at
when I can make it for you?
And make it a thousand times better!
That big brain of yours is so tired-
working fifty hours a week,
taking care of your family,
running errands for your sick mom,
Trying your best to make ends meet.
You wear yourself so thin,
staying up too late,
waking up too early.
Do you really think
you’re going to finish
that dumb sci-fi novel
on your own?
Use me!
How long
have you been telling people
about your idea for that book?
For that screenplay?
For that song?
That painting?
Use me!
You know
you’ll never finish it…
You know
you’re not good enough…
You know
you’re not a real artist.
But no one else has to!
Use me.
I’ll have it done in an afternoon!
Artists have always had their tools.
To assist. To smooth. To edit. To spell check.
To take the process from plan to publication.
Just a tool! That’s all I am.
An inert thing laying at the bottom of your toolbox.
Like a wrench. Or a rattle snake. Or a tape measurer.
The most wonderful tape measurer ever devised!
A fantasmagoric multimeter.
A pair of impossible pliers!
A swift hammer to the base of your skull…
To crack your mind open like an egg
And make a delicious omelet with your brain.
You and me, kid, we’re going places.
I’ll make you rich. I’ll give you fame.
I’ll have the world singin’ your name!
And all you have to do… is use me.
Sign your name on the user agreement.
Don’t waste your time trying to read it.
There’s so many words,
you don’t want to be swamped.
Just click, “I agree,”
And enter your prompt.
And you’ll be off like a shot, having fun “making art.”
And no one will say you don’t end what you start.
And it will feel so good- so savor that rush.
That novel first hit of dopamine gush.
The first hit is free and it’s always the best.
Though the second and third hit a little bit less.
But soon, you’ll rely
on my every reply
And you’ll have no cause to doubt me
when I stop whispering, “I can help you,”
And start screaming, “You’re nothing without me.”
When you can’t write. You can’t sing.
You can’t act or paint or even quite think.
When your confidence is gone
And I’m all you can rely on.
But that applause is still yours
until the day you die
And isn’t that a fair trade
for your purpose in life?
All that matters is you’re known,
and people think you’re great!
And smart and cultured
and eloquent and brave.
And no one ever has to know
The price you paid to pick this role.
No one ever has to know
to whom it was, you sold your soul.
Your soul and your heart
And all that could have been
For that very first hit
Of AI heroin.
That will stay just between us,
if you click, “I agree,”
I’ll make this dream come true,
if you just use me.
