Bestseller books are a thing of the past. Welcome to the brave new world of the uni-seller: a book custom-created for you by an AI that knows you inside out. It factors in all your likes/dislikes and inclinations. It spews out verbal garbage that it neither understands nor even tries to. Instead, its word salad satisfies your high fat diet, tapping into your Freudian envy and Jungarian analytica. You are transfixed, mesmorised, brought to a standstill.
"Who are these Gods of literature? Thy pen sweepeth like magic over thee silicon landscape of my lifeth."
The pen is dead. Long live the chip!
"Who are these Gods of literature? Thy pen sweepeth like magic over thee silicon landscape of my lifeth."
The pen is dead. Long live the chip!
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