(The artist and poet are sitting on a park bench, surrounded by a lush green lawn and tall trees. They are looking at a metal sculpture that depicts a group of people reaching towards the sky.)

ARTIST: (fearfully) I can't believe how advanced technology has gotten. Have you seen the AI generated art that's been popping up lately?

POET: (dryly) Oh joy, another way for the bourgeoisie to appropriate our creative endeavors.

ARTIST: (confused) What does that have to do with AI generated art?

POET: (sarcastically) It's just a reminder that technology has always disrupted the status quo. And this time, it might be coming for our livelihoods.

ARTIST: (anxiously) But what if it becomes good enough to replace human artists? What if we become obsolete? What's the point of even creating anything if it can be easily replicated by a machine?

POET: (shrugging) Who knows? Maybe we'll just have to adapt and find new ways to make a living. Or maybe we'll all become obsolete and the machines will take over. Either way, it's not worth losing sleep over.

(The artist stands up, pacing back and forth)

ARTIST: (angrily) How can you be so nonchalant about this? Don't you see what's at stake here? Our entire purpose as artists is being threatened!

POET: (calmly) I understand your concerns, but getting worked up about it isn't going to solve anything. We have to find a way to adapt and move forward.

ARTIST: (exasperated) But how? How can we compete with something that can create perfect, flawless art without even breaking a sweat?

POET: (thoughtfully) Perhaps we can't compete with it on those terms. But we have something that AI will never have - the human experience. That's what gives our art and literature meaning and value. As long as we stay true to ourselves and our passions, we'll always have a place in the world.

(The artist sighs and sits back down on the bench, resting her head in her hands)

ARTIST: (defeated) I hope you're right. I just can't shake the feeling that everything is about to change forever.

POET: (reassuringly) Change is always happening, but it doesn't have to be a bad thing. We just have to be open to it and find a way to make it work for us. (The poet stands up and pats the artist on the shoulder) Come on, let's go get some coffee. You could use a pick-me-up.

(The artist nods and stands up, following the poet as they walk offstage)