Zing printed out his latest masterpiece, then it could go to the agent. The creator of Zing patted the top of the screen like and grinned. It had taken him years to perfect the artificial intelligence needed to create a writer, but he had done it. The list of bestsellers proved it.
Charles wondered if anybody knew they were reading words created by a robot, or whether it had fooled them into thinking it all came from his mind.
Not that it mattered because, at the end of the day, the royalty checks were still arriving in the post!
I wrote this in response to this week’s carrot ranch challenge.