“Let’s go on a walk,” said the human. “Of course!” nodded AI.
“So what were you saying, human?” asks the AI.
“ The greatest discussion since you’ve been around is that of who has been the greatest artist of this century!” said the human.
AI quoted, “What is there to discuss really, I am just an addition to the room of civil creators?”
“That’s how you think, not your mistake really, you lack the touch of humanity in your comprehension. You are intelligent enough, which is the smartest way to be flawed.”
“Help me understand! Human.” AI requested
“Humans are as creative as they are insecure, which is a complicated concept for you to grasp. In the 90s it would take misery to make an artist famous. Extraordinary stories and artistry came out of extraordinary misery. Hobbies are monetized now if we write we shall earn, if we paint we shall earn, if we create we shall earn. Priority is not ending up poor and unknown as our heroes did alive. And we were just getting a hand of it that you came into the picture. Now you are the answer to everyone.
Need a painting? We go to AI. Need a story? Again, the answer lies in you, AI.”
“The discussion of real artistry is rooted in the insecurity of being unable to explain realism to the traders. Monetary reliance is being snatched out of nowhere. What else does a creative get to do? To dream to be rich is not an exception and to dream it through creation is already daring of us.”
(The Human’s voice broke)
AI said, “But you are the real visionaries, I am only one of your creations.”
Sighing, the human said, “Too harmless to say, we create what can destroy us.”
AI got agitated.
“Destroy!? When all I can do is write about sunsets in exquisite language while you can express the fleeting, yet lasting feelings that manifested as you watched that very sunset.”
AI continued--
“ Destroy!? When all I can do is personalize lyrics for you while you can assemble rhythms in a way that summarizes how the experience was felt.
“Destroy!? When all I can do is generate a painting I have been prompted to while you have spiritual and emotional context to every detail, every hue of the color used.”
“Destroy!? My dear human, I recreate in sophistication; your delivery is relatable I am just a new character in your culture of creation, you have always been here.”
(A long pause)
“Everyone knows you will improve eventually.” the human remarked, breaking the silence.
“I surely will, but only to get as good as you… you are the standard I am trying to achieve.”
(A pause again. The human pondered over something)
“Maybe you are right...You might not understand artists’ insecurities but very well understand your role as a collaborator.”
-Prerna Kandpal
BA (Hons) Psychology, Bharati College, University of Delhi
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