My Nemesis

I

have a nemesis, but I can’t seem to stay away. It’s like middle school* all over again, facing this absolute villain every day, trying to say the right words while my enemy has no such compunctions. I want to scream, but it won’t change a thing.

I am speaking, of course, of ChatGPT.

I don’t find ChatGPT especially useful when it comes to writing. It’s handy for a throwaway, “Hey, can you name this character?” or “Would this character make bail in New York State?” (It was for a story, I promise.) But the writing itself is mechanical and cliché, and I’m developing an allergy for reading it, let alone presenting it as my own.