Long before there were stethoscopes, scans, or algorithms, there were voices, patients sharing what they felt, and doctors listening. Remember the story of how Alexander Fleming saved a boy with penicillin, a substance he had recently discovered. A story, a hook immortalized. It is not science alone we remember, but the human story it carries. This is why storytelling is important even in medicine.
A new era of storytelling has emerged that writes not just with ink or voice but with algorithms. We now have techniques to write essays, poems, and bedtime stories at lightning speed. The human pause no longer weighs the page and fills it instantaneously.
My grandmother’s tales were told from the heart. They didn't survive because of the grammar, but because of the warmth in her voice and the tickles she made as we sat next to her, listening. Modern narration can tell how King Porus fell to King Alexander, but not that emotion when Alexander questions, ‘How should I treat you’, that quiver, that authority she exuded, which King Porus, for a moment, had to reply ‘as a King would treat another King’. Similarly, artificial intelligence (AI) can recount how a patient recovered from illness, but it cannot replicate the tremor in their voice as they describe survival.
Technology has altered the craft of communicating stories, creating a divide between information and intimacy between narrative and nourishment.
The printing press transformed words, radio carried them through the air, and television spotlighted them. Every invention was greeted with skepticism initially, but still it expanded the audience, so will artificial intelligence.
Stories do not survive because they are written, but because they are retold, at kitchen tables, at bedtime, in theatres, and in all other settings. The teller’s breath shapes each telling. If algorithms were to be our bards, then the stories would flatten into patterns and vanish.
Human stories may be imperfect; they may stumble, contradict, or even meander. In those turns lies the truth not of polish but of raw tremor.
AI generates infinite variations, but none carry the weight of one lived life. It sharpens sentences, infuses metaphors, and adds colors. But the pulse of storytelling, the decision to tell the story in a particular way to the listener, remains a human act.
Outsourcing our voices entirely erodes the fabric of storytelling. Because the stories that endure are those that bear the footprints of their tellers, they remind us not of what happened, but of the connection they made with those who told us.
In the new century of artificial intelligence and its code, we need our algorithms, but we need our storytellers more.
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