Who are we writers?

We are not the code writers who can manipulate bytecoin algorithms from currencies no longer backed by silver or gold but by the whims of the Wizard of Oz financial charlatans who turn currencies into almost intangible tools to leverage, while they continue to enslave workers through payments in currencies that are backed by little more than a promise and a whim.

To further enslave the ‘live free or die’ Americans, in the dark of night, they pass legislation turning employees into paid contractors, eligible for no company benefits such as healthcare or pension plans.

The energy-gorging AI servers and processors will continue to devour, (both legally and illegally) the works and the minds of humans.

Don’t get me wrong: I am just finishing a historical novel I could not have written without AI as a research tool.

Although it will have devoured 1984, Brave New World, The Grapes of Wrath, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and The Handmaid’s Tale, will it ever be able to create a work of humanity’s future, condition, experience or potential? Or will it just churn out marketable, outdated visions of the future?

More to the point, will any writer ever get paid to write those stories while AI can churn out formula structure, take the stories of the human soul and experience and crank them out through a blender into slop and keep people entertained but never enlightened?

All created in an afternoon?

Therein, lies the flux of the fucked.

And we are the writers.