AI can write music now. Do we mock it or fear it?

Your team hears that a machine can produce a finished track in seconds, and you split into two camps. One says it's soulless, a toy, beneath notice. The other says the craft is dead and you should have chosen something else with your life. Notice that both of these are ways of not working today. Neither position costs you anything to hold, and neither produces a single bar of music. Contempt and dread are comfortable because they require no decision. The tool does not care which one you pick. It will still be there tomorrow. What is actually within your power: whether you learn the thing well enough to judge it honestly, whether you name what your ear does that the machine's does not, and whether your team agrees on where it enters your work and where it stays out. Everything else — what other studios do, what critics say, what happens to the industry — was never yours to govern.