Is AI a threat or a Solution?

Artists are worried about their futures. Is AI taking over? Sites are banning AI, why? Is it another baseless fear of technology that has been going on since the first electric lightbulb? Or is it something more?

Created By AI

Even experts like Elon Musk are sounding the alarm but should we listen? As an author, blogger, mom, I've enjoyed playing with AI trying to create characters, pictures and covers for my books. As someone considering going to school for animation it makes me nervous. Is animation a feasible degree for provinding for my daughter or will it be obsolete by the time I graduate?

While it is absolutely possible some bad code or sociopathic programmer could create AI bent on destroying humanity, isn't it also possible AI will revere us as Gods and we will be essential to it? What makes me say this?

As I was working on a competition to make a bridge I discovered AI's limitations. I asked it for an organic living bridge between galaxies.

This is what it gave me.

My imagination exceeded its abilities. AI can emulate what has been done but it lacks the creativity to expand beyond the known into the unknown. If artists want to survive in this new world they must evolve their imaginations to what there is no example of and take a step forward.

Competition pushes us to be our best. We can either be John Henry competing with the machines and quickly become outdated or we can be evolutionaries and use it embracing what is yet to be.

AI plus Crisper Cas-9 equals me having wings!

Okay that probably won't happen in my lifetime but maybe when I'm sixty I can look like the image AI made from my photoshopped picture!

I believe if we are responsible with AI and give it the best of us, it will be a great asset to everyone, even those whose jobs are now obsolete thanks to its skills making what once took months to make by hand in mere moments!

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It was supposed to be an ordinary day, but a feeling something was going to go horribly wrong kept me awake the night before. I waited six months, because the first time they mentioned the routine procedure and the risks I knew my daughter was going to end up dead, or brain damaged. I thought I'd waited long enough. After six months I believed things would be ok. I told myself to relax and stop being paranoid. I shouldn't have. The anesthesiologist with tears in his eyes told me, "I'm not going to lie, she's not doing good. This is the worst day of my career." He was thinking of his career while my little girl was fighting for her life!? He felt bad so I said simply, "I know you tried your best," wondering if my happy sweet little girl would ever smile at me again. There was no point in making a scene. It wouldn't save her. It might kill her. I had to step back and breathe. I needed to focus on giving her all the love a

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