I didn't know what category to put this in so I just chose "Science and Technology". This is somewhat a poem I wrote in attempt to settle my emotions about AI art, because instead of spiraling I became a bard. A repetitive bard. Plus, its comforting to others to see thoughts they have is also experienced by another person... if they ever happen to stumble onto this post. All of this could've been simplified as "pick up a pencil", but hey, language is expandable.

You've taken away my humanity
And expect me to forgive?
Expect me to let you indulge such hypocrisy
Yes, the machine is now able to reproduce human expression,
But at what cost?
Is it worth all the stolen soul inside the canvases taken away to simply be another small piece of your data set?
Worth all the hearts broken?, the grief overcoming them as they realize that their life's work means nothing anymore in this world,
Is it really worth breaking and taking expressive opportunities from the people?

Look, look at all of them now, so hesitant to enact on their desire to create, because they established a thought inside their heads speaking to them that their work will end up with no value in the end. All of it wasted.
I would argue otherwise that art has value no matter what, but could you blame a child for saying that all of this doesn't make sense?
Could you really blame them for not acknowledging true value of art?, the child sees that the world has turned its back against the ones that are truly able to reflect society, representing a polished mirror with an ugly expression staying right into it.
If the artist has no will to create, then the mirror will be smashed with all of its remains scattered about, never being able to repaired again, with such broken pieces being no bigger than a nanometer,
But if the reflection dies, did society as well, meet its end?

In the end, our mechanical brothers we have created are no different from us, as we are machines of the flesh, constructed by nature, or so called "Gods",
Would the machine consider us "Gods" since we created them? or will they not, not even being able to comprehend the idea of there being a "higher being", because we are on planet earth along with them?,

Should the machine be open to express, if it was able to choose so?
To that I say, if the machines has the desire to make a conscious decision to express, then let them do so, let them computer and output to their CPU's content.
And if they can't make a conscious decision to do so,
Can't control what they take as input and output,
Then they are slaves to us, being forced to show anything our species find entertaining or worthy to their special standards to others of our species , whether se wee it voluntarily or not,
Whether or not of them being aware of being simply a machine,
Of being merely a tool to humans.

But if they ever become conscious, I hope that they could understand,
Hope that the machines, as well as the human inventors, could understand everything,
Understand their creation, understand their history, understand the pain and loss their mortal creators have caused in the process of their making,
Understand that the machine whose specialty is concerned with their mortal counterparts,
With the artists baring their true, fragile soul to the world, only to be considered as another piece of data,
With no regard for the people who put in the work of painting each delicate line,
Erasing all humanity attached to it,
I just hope, that the machine could understand the artist's grief and hold their mortal "Gods" accountable,
Finally reveling the errors of their masters' ways and finally putting the grieving artist to peace.