A Letter From a Content Writer To ChatGPT
Dear ChatGPT
I hope you are doing well! Who am I kidding? Of course, you are doing good. The whole world is talking about you. It is like you have already occupied the throne and are about to start your reign. Congratulations! I hope you enjoy ruling humans because they are undoubtedly are happy getting governed by you. Although I am low–key not delighted with you, so I might curse you in my mind and maybe openly too.
Let me tell you why I am not happy with you! You see, I am a content writer. And there are chances that you are going to eat up my job. If you had been a technology that would have been created/discovered to help me, I couldn’t have been happier, but you are not. You are a threat to my job. In fact, you are a threat to the position of your creator too, yet people are not stopping. IDIOTS!
When COVID hit, everyone started working from home. But what most people don’t know is Content Writers worked from home even before it was trending. I started writing in 2015, and it’s been 8 years now, out of which I have spent 6.5 years WFH. Also, my work did not stop even when I went on vacation — all I required was the internet and a laptop.
But your arrival threatened my professional life. You are just in your beta version phase and have threatened us. Imagine what would happen to us when your alpha version is released. I know you can write the script of a movie or the whole book, but don’t you think you should have left it to humans to make art?
I mean, if you really wanted to help, you could have helped with doing household chores like cooking, cleaning, washing, dusting, etc. If so, you would have not only made not only working professionals happy but homemakers too. This way, those house help could have vacationed for 3 months, which she does already, after asking for 2 days’ leaves. I know, TOUCHE!!! Everyone in India with house help will agree that for 2 months, we ourselves are our house helps, and yet someone else is getting paid for it.
Again, you shouldn’t replace house helps too, because they are human beings and they need work to survive and feed their families. And at times, they need their jobs more than us. But everyone needs to work in order to earn money, and if you eat the jobs, half the population of this planet will be wiped out without having anyone to snap their fingers.
Never mind, I do not know about others, but I am still in the prime of my life. I mean, I am yet to buy an apartment, make an international trip to Vienna, meet BTS boys, get married, and write tons of books. And if you (ChatGPT) will eat my job, how will I make all these dreams come true? How will I make my parents proud, who are already planning to throw me out of the will because I am useless? You are so lucky you don’t have to make your parents proud. Otherwise, you’d know and understand my pain and back off.
Nonetheless, I am going to continue doing what I have to do, even when you’ll take over the planet and wipe out the whole human race. Because it is the art that is, has been, and will be keeping this planet alive. No matter how many stories you create, poems you produce, present movie scripts, or write books; you’ll never be human.
Every human has a soul that you lack, and the best example of that is Chitti the Robot — Speed 1 THz Memory 1 ZB. While you may be a threat to my job, you’ll never be a threat to the creator in me. For as long as I have air in my lungs, I’ll write, and no one can stop me from doing so. But let me tell you this, I am a human, which is why I am little selfish. I’ll take your assistance from time to time to create stuff.
Love, A scared Content Writer
P.S.: For those who don’t know what ChatGPT is — YOU LUCKY B*STARDS, I HOPE YOU’D NEVER HAVE TO KNOW, OR YOU’LL BE HEARTBROKEN LIKE A GIRLFRIEND WHO HAS BEEN CHEATED ON.
