Shortly after ChatGPT launched in late 2022, I was doing what most of us were doing: testing it, poking at it, trying to figure out what it could and couldn’t do. On a whim, I asked it to write a love poem for my husband. It produced something earnest, rhyming, and profoundly mediocre. I called him into the room. “I wrote you a poem,” I said, and read it aloud with as much feeling as I could muster.