Like a million or so other artificial intelligence dumb-dumbs who discovered ChatGPT this week, I couldn’t wait to show off the capabilities of the application to my colleagues, friends and family. In two blinks of an eye, it composed a sonnet for my editor and a haiku for our respective boss, the editor-in-chief. Then it dashed off a celebratory message for Toronto Star owner Jordan Bitove, praising his “dedication and hard work” which have made the paper “a thriving and respected institution.” Pushing further into the thicket of this brave new world, I ordered up an elegiac poem for my...