“Once upon a time, editors were human, and they liked to exercise control.”
She wondered if the relic from ancient times on the creaking armchair was just nostalgic or lamenting the end of an era. He was holding a book with yellowed pages authored by him close to his heart.
“Gramps, this is 2126. Algorithms are editors. They stitch together fragments of thought, auctioning them to the highest bidder in neural marketplaces. Writers no longer submit manuscripts; they surrender brainwaves, harvested in real time. No one can claim authorship, yet everyone is implicated.”
“I understand. They are deadlier than human editors, as they strip authors of their identities.”
“What would you like to publish today? Channels would like to interview you.”
“Publication is the auction of the mind, but the mind is a collective now,” his voice was a lone cry in the wilderness.
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I don’t know that I could tolerate the mind as a collective. Eek! Though it seems more and more to be heading in that direction.
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No individualist would like it.
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Very futuristic story Reena
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The future is knocking at the door.
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Hopefully not that soon, or that limiting
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I hope this future doesn’t exist. Human editors and writers see the words in a different way.
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AI editors will know what sells, and that includes emotions. It will not be about the churn inside the writer and expression of the core.
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True, but I think it over does the descriptive language.
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Yes. That makes it so identifiable.
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Chilling, Reena! Remember Star Trek and The Borg? No Borg for me please.
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Where are we going to be in 2126? 😀
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