I’m finished: The end of writing
I'm finished and I know it.
Artificial Intelligence is the end of us writers, us scribblers who shove words at you and hope you'll give a shit.
I imagine the artist who drew pictures 17,000 years ago on the walls of the caves of Lascaux being told, “Put away your brushes, Ug, we've got this new thing called ‘speech’ that makes your cave drawings kind of old-fashioned."
There is nothing new under the sun. All forms of communication live and die, as all creatures live and die.