Margaret Atwood, writing in The Atlantic about the news an AI is being trained on her work without permission, thinks it’s mostly crap. At least for now.

Once fully trained, the bot may be given a command—“Write a Margaret Atwood novel”—and the thing will glurp forth 50,000 words, like soft ice cream spiraling out of its dispenser, that will be indistinguishable from something I might grind out. (But minus the typos.) I myself can then be dispensed with—murdered by my replica, as it were—because, to quote a vulgar saying of my youth, who needs the cow when the milk’s free?

The AI/LLM revolution is coming. It’s not quite there yet, but soon. Best be prepared.