

There’s a famous literary analysis essay about this, The Death of the Author, that argues for the latter. I happen to strongly believe this view.
I decide what a work of fiction means to me, and since it’s a work of fiction there is no “higher” meaning than that. Other people can of course present their ideas about what it means, and if I like those ideas I’ll adopt them into my own thoughts on the matter. The creator can be one of those “other people” but he gets no special role in the argument; he has to make his case just like anyone else and I feel free to say “no, that’s dumb. I think it means something else.”
Have those AI friends play matchmaker between their human companions, solves both problems.