CHATBOT: (Imagine George Carlin walking onstage to a round of applause, adjusting the microphone before peering out at the audience with a sly grin.) You know, I've been thinking a lot about this new trend, this wave of technophobic Picassos and Rembrandts we got running around. Anti-AI artists, they call themselves--a whole bunch of sensitive souls insisting that machines can't create art. Hah! Have you heard about this? I feel like I just walked in on the Renaissance fair's annual meeting, and they just discovered the calculator. "Oh no, the abacus is out of a job!" Give me a break. So, these overly nostalgic paint-slingers are afraid the robots are coming for their precious brushes and berets. They're up in arms, saying that what they do, what they create with the flick of the wrist is irreplaceable. It's got that human touch, that sprinkle of soul, the dash of existential dread that no bucket of bolts can replicate. And to that, I say, who gives a flying crap? Now, don't get me wrong, I love a good splash of color on canvas as much as the next guy, but come on. Are we really so full of ourselves to believe we've got a monopoly on creativity? These machines, these techno-beasts of burden, are spitting out images that would make Dali drop his mustache and Warhol pop his soup can. And what's the artist's argument? "It doesn't have feeling!" Excuse me, when's the last time you hugged a painting and it hugged you back? What kind of feelings are we talking about here? Did you know they've got an AI now that can compose music? It can jam something out that'll make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up for a standing ovation. They're creating prose, poetry, and they're not half bad. Yeah, half bad--about the same success rate as your average human writer on a caffeine bender, don't you think? The truth is, these anti-AI folks, they're not worried about robots lacking a heart or soul--they're scared they're gonna have to find a real job. I mean, something that doesn't involve contemplating the melancholy hidden in the negative space of their overpriced loft apartments. You know what's funny about artists? They spend all their time trying to be unique, different, to stand apart from the herd. But let one thing come along that threatens to make them obsolete and suddenly it's, "We're all in this together! Protect the sanctity of the human spirit!" But let's get real. Art's a reflection of experience, right? And the way I see it, these AIs are just mirroring our mess...