"Pshaww!!!" you say, "A computer can't write books."
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Selene nodded. She had pointed it out the other day. It was very cute, and the menu looked good even though it was vegetarian. The restaurant also had a small outdoor dining area that faced inwards to the city square. It was a good place to socialize and be with people, Selene thought. She suddenly got suspicious, and had those suspicions…
Well, of course there have always been naysayers and luddites who cast pejoratives on the Ascent of Man – or as Ransom K. Ferm said in Kurt Vonnegut's Sirens of Titan:
"Every passing Hour brings the Solar System forty-three thousand miles closer to Globular Cluster M13 in Hercules – and still there are some misfits who insist that there is no such thing as progress."
The Exquisite Corpse was a game played by French Surrealists in the 1920's. Aided by bottles of plonk, the participants would create literature by adding words, sentences, or drawings without knowing the other participants contributions.
This created the surrealist experience of Automatism – i.e., "The dictation of thought without the control of the mind". I think the only surviving example of this is "The exquisite corpse will drink new wine".