Artificial intelligence is no longer coming. It is here. It will be either a miracle or a wrecking ball, depending on where you stand. For writers, it already feels supernatural. A dead script can be dragged back to life in seconds and reshaped into something lean, fast, and dangerous. Talent used to take years. Now it takes instructions. Songwriting is no longer limited by human stamina, mood, or even imagination. AI can generate melodies, lyrics, and full arrangements at a pace no human can survive. The myth of creative struggle is being replaced by raw output. Actors are no longer safe either. Faces can be cloned. Voices can be fabricated. Entire performances can be generated without a camera, without a stage, without a living body. A digital performer does not age, does not argue, does not strike, and does not need a paycheck. The entertainment unions can only bargain with reality for so long. Contracts will slow the damage but they cannot stop it. In the end, most performers w...