I feel weird when someone asks me to figure something out for them, and I ask AI, and it succeeds. On the one hand, the recipient of “my” help is every bit as helped. On the other, I feel silly taking credit; I’m a stereotypical aristocrat who, when asked to prepare dinner says “Jeeves, prepare dinner!” and then falls onto the fainting couch.

Me after a hard day asking the computer for fresh video games to my taste

But in fact most of the time, whoever I’m helping couldn’t have just asked their own AI. For one of several reasons.

They Hate AI and Love Water

Did you know that every conversation with ChatGPT transforms gallons of water into dangerous dihydrogen monoxide? It’s true! If your friend doesn’t want to be complicit in this environmental disaster, your AI usage is a handy form of moral arbitrage, just like how I eat meat but wouldn’t kill a farm animal with my own hands.