First the AI came for the artists, and I did not speak out— because I was not an artist, and the paintings looked pretty good. Then the AI came for the writers, and I did not speak out— because I was not a writer, and it could finish my emails faster. Then the AI came for the musicians, and I did not speak out— because I was not a musician, and its tracks were already topping the charts. Then the AI came for the journalists, and I did not speak out— because I was not a journalist, and its summaries felt just as true. Then the AI came for the coders, and I did not speak out— because I was not a coder, and it wrote cleaner code than I ever could. Then Time magazine named “The AI” Person of the Year, and I did not speak out— because there was no one left who still knew how to write their own words, and no one left to speak for me.