Why Would You Ask AI To Tell The Story Of Your Own Life?

Nothing on earth could get me to outsource any part of the work of writing to an AI chatbot. That is not due to any great store of integrity or principle on my part, nor is it due to some great romantic love of writing, a craft that, as any editor of mine will have sussed out long ago, I clearly fucking despise. The reason is much dumber: Using an AI chatbot for assistance is simply incompatible with the most important stuff I hope (or need) to get out of writing anything. Using an AI chatbot to help me write would be like using the kitchen garbage disposal to help me eat dinner. The garbage disposal absolutely can do something like chewing and swallowing the food, faster and more efficiently than my jaws, tongue, teeth, and throat can do it. But if I have the garbage disposal do the chewing and swallowing for me, then I get none of the flavor or nutrition or satisfaction of eating food. I’m just making a big noisy show of wasting something I need.