The Shakespeare, Tolstoy, and Age of AI.

Once upon a time,

There were fewer writers but more readers.
Now, Available writers, While the reader is the writer. 📚✍️

“The madman calls the senorita” —
Can you read other languages? 📚
No, never!
Can you write in other languages? ✍️
Yes, of course,
When the machine is my Copilot.

The madman sadly says,
Good luck to Shakespeare
Not born in this AI era!
How will I live with my beloved?
I won’t write a sonnet any other day
While Helmet will write the mind! (Neuroscientist)
Never write
“The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark”

The senorita laughs and says,
Good luck also,
Leo Tolstoy, if born in this neuroscientist era
Never wrote
‘War and Peace.’

Late Autumn.
Very cold
Dark night
Leo Tolstoy
A letter might be found in the pocket after death.

To,
Dear Sophia Tolstoy!
I have lost to someone who can write my life’s work in mere minutes. What’s the point of living, then? Five years of writing, gone in five minutes.

Yours,
The madman.
Leo Tolstoy.

In fever, Tolstoy would sit up in bed and shout, ‘Masha, Masha.’ Don’t be afraid, Mom, I’m coming (Masha is his daughter, who died four years ago)

Russian writer Isaac Babel commented, “If the world could write itself, it would write like Tolstoy.” Instead of “If anyone can write better than Tolstoy, it is machine artificial intelligence.”

I believe that if they are born in this era, they may be reading as well as writing to Medium.com due to “Read without limits or ads, fund great writers, and join a community that believes in human storytelling with membership.”

In this digital age, will human creativity survive? Or will machines write our stories for us? Only time will tell.