“Bleak House is considered by some authorities to be Dickens finest novel.”

And so with the words above I began my last post.

“Oh, you say you didn’t see it?”

Well, no one did. The WordPress posting program ate it and all the writing I did on the subject.

It wasn’t a great post, sort of average, but I liked it and I thought I made some good points.

Losing an essay like I just did makes me unhappy.

You see I am posting in a sort of war zone.

Right now, probably in America, some kid or some adult alone in a basement somewhere is creating thirty or forty business ethics articles a day using AI. And he is doing it to make money usually off of advertising. (I don’t charge anything or make any money off of my posts.) The AI knows all about business ethics because it vacuumed up all the material on business ethics it could find on the Internet and that included the close to three thousand of my essays. This was all copyrighted material but in the United States, massive intellectual theft is another gift to the tech bros so they can be worth many billions of dollars.

Let’s say you ask a question about “corporate responsibility.” You run a search and the first thing that comes up is CHATGP which knows all about business ethics from vacuuming up all the articles including mine on the Internet. Anything I wrote will be down the page and you probably won’t make it that far.

Do you think there is something fundamentally wrong with stealing both my work and then making it unlikely anyone will read my current efforts? I do.

Hundreds of people have at one time or another read one of my blog postings. My last blog post got five hits.

And no one, and I mean no one, seems to have the guts to label an AI warning on postings or anywhere else. That labeling would seem to be a fundamentally necessary step in justice for actual writers. So, when you look at my posts you don’t know whether an AI wrote it or not. (It didn’t.)

I have learned after listening to audio from You Tube and reading on the web the signs of an AI doing its mediocre dance because most of this material is nonsense or a sort of a half done excuse for research or knowledge. But how would most people know?

Is this how it all ends? My writing becomes a source of AI bots and I, the original writer, lives unread and unmourned?

I guess so.

Well, tomorrow, I will climb back on the horse and get my Bleak House article written.

I’m just a man, not an AI but my soul and my honor demand that I persist.

James Alan Pilant

(From the book, “The Wonder Clock”)