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March 2026 . . . . “AI, AI, Oh . . . .”
Mom has asked me if I think that AI will take things over. What things? I ask. Everything, she says. Like Mary Shelley. Like Mary Shelley what? She sighs at me for being obtuse. They say you can tell AI to write stories in the style of, say, Mary Shelley. Well, that’s a trick I won’t bother with, I tell her. Mary Shelley is not someone I choose to read if I’m not being graded. |
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