NARMOM: Chatbot, I'm not! 

You read it write: The first time through, correctly; just how I meant it! For I am here today, in the space and time of one post in a larger blog-isphere, to dis-spill any rumours of the Rue-full Morgue, the premature demise...replacements, in whatever form, for us writers as well as those among us that not only get a degree in psych. but go on to "practice", to get proficient in building a "therapeutic relationship". And also to let you know I'm not going on strike, at least not yet. Even though I'd be highly justified, as I can identify with some comrades way out west in Hollywood, the writers Guild, the ones behind the scenes, supporting the ones out front claiming all the glory...the ones responsible for what appears to us viewing audience to be an ever-flow of creative content...

Adding Insult to Injury: An idiom whose origin can be traced back to B.C. and one whose impact has been felt throughout the ages, highly apropos, psychologically relevant to the moment, cause Celebre, issue at (writer's) hand...Hooray for Hollywood! Well, maybe not, if things not settled quickly. As those out front may once again, at least temporarily be supplemented, if not replaced, with reruns. If we don't gain not only pay attention, give credit to those responsible for the "constant flow" --who have not only gone un-noticed, underappreciated, but now whose very existence is being threatened by not only plagiarists but actual copy-cats, I mean intelligence in artificial forms...AI -- say it ain't so! And, as if that was not enough...

Come to find out: After all these years of claiming job security for myself, it may have been a premature if not false claim. That is, after all those years of reassuring my-Self that people seeking a "therapeutic environment" might tolerate one that is somewhat remote, but never put themselves in such a predicament that "Frank" did at the hands of "HAL 9000" in "2001: A Space Odyssey" (what a creep!) But...

Woe is Me: As here comes not only an algo-rhythm called "Chatbot", on the heels of Siri and Alexa, those soothing voices, and whose now omnipresent presence not only overhears all our convos, but seem to read our minds, at least anticipate our needs, our next moves (creepy!). After all the years of building therapeutic relationships, the ones that include provoking thoughts that may in turn result in effective actions...I am informed by one adolescent that, while I am not completely supplanted, I am now at least supplemented by a non-degreed, unlicensed, un-seen "therapy robot" -- "Woebot" to be exact. To which I responded "UGH" (as in Unseen Ghost Host). Which in turn provoked me...

"I Challenge YOU": Come on, show yourself, all of you Woebots, Chatbotting, inhuman imposters...show me all your so-called creative content...I challenge all of you even collectively to come up with new material after 533 posts...I double, triple dog dare Ya'! 

Signed, "Not A Robot My Own Material" -- In a word, NARMOM.

                                                                   

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