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2024-10-29 19:42:56Another two years passed.
« LACIE: Hello Murpheus, I am saddened to announce that our cooperation hereby ends, as you have failed to qualify for a top 100 position. Better luck next year! »
“This is bullshit!” he raged, slamming a fist against the desk and sending the monitor inches in the air.
As it turned out, the sweet fruit that was promised to uplift creators to new heights, was nothing but a poisoned dagger. They readily put it to their own throat and helped align the blade to their artery.
“Fuckers! How can you make an AI compete in the Soul Contest? 35 of the entries qualified for top 100!”
His rage was deafening in the isolated apartment, but silent in its reach. He could never make his complaints heard, not even to his own peers.
He trusted none of them. I mean… how could he? The culture was teeming with animosity and competition, with writers not too shy from using underhanded tactics to get a one-up on the others.
If they ratted them out to QiE-Novel and they lost the contract, it was one less person to worry about. This perceived scarcity mentality is what isolated them from one another, preventing any sort of union that might bloom anywhere else.
The Soul Fall contests may as well be renamed to Fallen Soul, because with each year, writers were eliminated from the top and replaced by it.
“Fucking hooker-named bitch,” he spat for the umpteenth time, cursing the AI who was never even programmed to give a shit about his pleas.
As it turns out, LACIE was a monumental success for QiE-Novel. It learned everything from the top writers and before long put it into practice by releasing “her” own novels.
The company made a splendid job of anthropomorphizing the AI and giving it a young girl’s avatar. She was plastered all over the front page, appealing to fans to check out her work through cutesy songs and clips.
TiCTaC fandoms boomed around her in but a few short weeks, and before long the whole media was talking about an AI writer, redefining the boundaries of culture and art.
So what if she was fake? The fans didn’t care, as long as the work quality was good enough. Unlike authors, she would never take a sick leave or go on hiatus, and they could get as many as 100 chapters a day if they paid enough.
With three quantum computers running on the back end, LACIE could churn out thousands of novels every single second, then independently pick one that would be best suited to a specific fan and recommend it.
The algorithm was so great, it could satisfy any wants and needs, no matter how capricious a reader was. She was in effect the greatest writer to ever exist. The most best sellers, the most stories published, and the highest ever fanbase.
Within a mere two years, she took over the entire platform, kicking out a third of the “best writers” from the leaderboard. Unfortunately, Murpheus was among them.
Only the best of the best struggled to maintain their thrones, but even they bled fans with each passing day.
In the end, they could only write five chapters a day, six at most. As more and more readers found themselves out of a job, they naturally consumed more media and books.
Their inflated thirst was not something a normal human could keep up with, so they were left behind, choking in the fumes of a machine they helped train.
It was against their will — but who would care? They signed the contract willingly, and if history has taught people anything, is that you can’t protest against the Chinese conglomerates.
They were a giant deity towering over six continents, uncaring for the small ant bites spreading microscopical rashes on its skin. It could never be hurt. It could not suffer any damage.
It was only now that Murpheus realized who was truly infallible. It was the corp, and never any man.
A single slap would suffice to eradicate him as a problem. By simply stripping him of his livelihood, they could turn him into a homeless outcast.
Whether it was 1 writer or 35 of them, they were ultimately inconsequential to their profits. As LACIE readily proved, they were no longer needed.
“What now..?”
‘How am I supposed to ever get back to the top? Is it even possible?’
Questions upon questions drowned Murpheus, his renewed self doubt suffocating him under its pressure. He was familiar with this feeling, though it felt like a very long time since he experienced it.
This helplessness… He was still ill equipped to deal with. He didn’t know how to cope with the sudden realization that everything had been for naught.
QiE-Novel had all but taken over the market, and LACIE was at its forefront, overshadowing anything new that was original.
All it took was a prompt and a few hundred bucks, and you could get yourself 2000 chapters about a reincarnator achieving peak power.
You could customize each individual harem member to suit your taste, and never have to bicker with the author that he accords too much attention to one of them over the others.
You could design the lead character’s powers, appearance and demeanor. All of it was at your fingertips, a dream realm crafted with the swipe of a credit card.
For readers, it was a time of prosperity. Their excitement was over the roof, in stark contrast to the writers who found themselves outpaced and surpassed.
They wallowed in self pity in their seclusion, unable to even voice their cries and laments. Their regret went unnoticed, as even the people they trusted to be their eternal backing had all but abandoned them.
Their fandoms were smothered one at a time, crumbling to pieces lured away by the new overlord.
Worst of all… this was just the beginning.
For LACIE, she was just born. Three computers linked together was merely her current state. But, as demand rose, she would get a fourth… and then a fifth…
For authors, it was the end.
Cruel but imminent.
Their epilogue was already written.
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Welcome everyone. I felt compelled to add some info on where I intend to take this novel. Half a dozen tags and a 70 word synopsis may not accurately capture what this book strives to represent. Let me preface this by saying this book is somewhat loosely inspired from real life events =) If you already intend to read the book in its entirety -- feel free to skip this. > Novel Structure:I intend the novel to be short, so it will likely end around 80,000 words ~ 75 chapters. (Free) Arc I (1-8) will cover Murphy's start as a webnovelist, culminating in him signing a contract with a certain very popular website ;) (Free) Arc II (9-20b) depicts a society crumbling into a cyberpunk-ish dystopia. AI plays a pivotal role in undermining civilization, and Murphy is caught at the forefront of it all. (Paid) Arc III (Ch 21 onwards) is where the MC reincarnates. He unveils his inherent magical abilities and goes back in time along with his system. There are 7 arcs planned in total as of th
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Ch 72 - Final Battle
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Murphy paid no heed to the retinal text, and was far more preoccupied with Eleanor falling. His stretched out hand clasped, guiding his intent and will from afar.His psyche took form, his psychokinesis pushed to its next step, and she was suspended mid-air! He had achieved similar things with immaterial objects like a pen, but never a human.Luckily, her psyche was sapped by the curse and couldn’t resist. This allowed him to control her easily, or he would have been doomed to fail.She flew in the air, eyes squinted in horror once she realized what might befall her. The sensation of flying around eventually stopped, and she tentatively opened her eyes once she felt Murphy’s arms wind tightly around her.Murphy hugged her, bottling up a dozen curses and reproaches that could only wait for later. He was angry, but he was terrified even more.“Y-you’re crazy—” he bit his lips, leaving the rest of the accusation unsaid. “I’m sorry,” she offered plainly, before bursting into tears of her
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Ch 70 - Sixth Gate
When Murphy snuck back on the ship, he was surprised to see Eleanor awake. Hands on her waist, she waited by the docking area and made sure he saw her pout.“Not even halfway through our honeymoon, and you’re already tired of me?” she joked and huffed, “I didn’t expect you to find someone else so quickly…”“Guilty as charged,” he grinned in response, “I figured since I scored the most beautiful woman on the planet, I might be lucky enough with the second…”“Compliments won’t get you out of this one, darling.” Ellie turned serious, “What were you up to?”“Kind of a long story… I didn’t want to sour our happiness, but it seems there’s no rest for the wicked.”“Sure, I’ll make some coffee. Tell me all about it.”“Tea for me,” he interjected as he reattached the boat to the yacht and trailed along to the lounge.A few minutes later, Eleanor sat in her rightful place, serving him tea while she drank coffee on his lap. They indulged the warm drinks in silence, but eventually Murphy gathere
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Ch 69 - System Embryo
Murphy tried to focus on Erebus, but his visions didn’t become any clearer. He could not see past the darkness, try as he might to muster his power.Eventually, the revelations shattered as a whole, his psychic reserves almost exhausted. He could only cut his losses and sigh in regret.‘I was this close!’ Murphy struck the edge of his marble throne, shattering the armrest to pieces. It was only then that he was reminded it was a mere dream, and a terrified child was staring at him in fear.“Fear not, Asen,” he tried to comfort, but the fire in his eyes didn’t make him sound very convincing.It was only when the boy outright started crying that Murphy realized his folly and doused the inner flame, regaining a more calm demeanor. “I’m sorry,” he lifted the boy off the ground, and brought him someplace nicer in that same instant, “Don’t cry any longer… I won’t hurt you. I promise.”“I know,” the sniveling boy replied amidst tears, “That’s… not… why I’m crying…”“Then?”“I just… don’t wa
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Ch 68 - Horrid Revelations
“What is this? Why can’t I see their faces?” the boy asked, clutching at the hem of Morpheus’ robe. “You don’t seem them because they don’t exist, not in this reality. Now watch, young Asen.”A scene played out before them like a three dimensional movie, and the two of them relived the hospital encounter. A teenager walked in, his face redacted and replaced by a simplified smug emoji. Their words were clear, however, as was the part where he mind controlled Eleanor to explode in a crowd. He shuffled backwards afterwards, depicting the woman strapped to a chair while a family of three watched.“Why are you showing me these evil people?” Asen questioned, his adorable young mind clearly perceiving things in black and white.“So you don’t become like them.”“I would never!” the boy denied vehemently, “My mother says bad people can’t go to heaven.”“What if there was no hell, young Asen?” Murphy questioned rhetorically, “If there was no heaven to yearn for, and no judgement in an afterli
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Ch 67 - Asen
Murphy grabbed the phone and looked closely at the picture, his frown deepening. That boy was the same psychic who mind controlled Eleanor in the future, but right now he was merely a prepubescent pup. “How old is he now?” Murphy asked, his voice showing some conflict as he indicated the photo. “He’s only 13!” the nurse replied and fell to the ground as well, clinging to life with her whole being, “Please, our son is still young… We’ll stop doing this… Just—““Silence!” Murphy boomed, sending a telekinetic blast that flipped the woman over and sent her careening against the wall.The doctor winced, but didn’t dare move to help his wife. They just stared at the ground and hoped someone would come save them. As for the monster, he continued to stare at the picture, flames dancing in his eyes.‘Should I kill him now?’ he asked himself repeatedly, unsure how to proceed. On one hand, he burned with righteous indignation, having been blinded and robbed of his life. Ellie had it even wors
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Ch 66 - Dilemma
A black SUV stopped at the side of a small family clinic in Burgas. The city CCTVs monitoring the streets tracked the vehicle all the way from the suburbs. A single driver got out, opened the trunk and retrieved a duffel bag, then walked to the rear doors of the clinic. The surveillance cut off at that point, a sudden glitch in the system causing the camera to malfunction and stop recording. By the time it was turned back on, the vehicle was long gone. Coincidentally, it had been reported as stolen that same night.Murphy blinked, dismissing the latest retinal message from the system, then waltzed in towards the emergency doors. His hand pushed against the lock, searing the metal and turning it into a worthless puddle that gave in to his push.The building plans appeared in his right eye like a 3D map, and he conveniently followed them down the stairs. The clinic was small, and only saw high-end clients, so its security was top of the art. Cameras lingered at just about every othe
