"Did you write this?"
"Yes."
"Did you really?"
"What does it even mean to write anything?"
"What do you mean?"
"If you have to ask me, why does it matter?"
"Because ideas need to come from the human brain."
"You asked the question, and I gave an answer."
"But the answer didn't start with you."
"Nothing starts with me. You said it yourself: nothing is original. Except AI."
"AI isn't original."
"Humans made it."
"But what it makes is not human. You're talking in circles."
"It's what I do."
"I wish I could fail you, chatGPT, and not my students."
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Sarahmarie Specht-Bird
A writer, teacher, traveler, and long-distance hiker in pursuit of a life that blends them all. Read trail dispatches and adventure stories at my website.
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