Can something be pleasurable to read/view/listen to/etc., knowing the author of the work doesn't, for lack of a better term, have a soul? I don't know.
Perhaps this drifts too far into philosophy, but I myself find it adds something... more, knowing that a human being put their thoughts/feeling/heart into a piece of work. This is certainly, in part, informed by my theistic beliefs, but I recognize that others (like Sam Harris) wouldn't delineate at all between human thought processes and something like ChatGPT.
That being said, I would have to imagine some portion of people also feel something "other" about human connection that brings works of art/literature/music/film/etc. an undeniable beauty BECAUSE of their human-origin.