Death of the Author

by Nnedi Okorafor

In the last days of humanity, humans cultivated a growing disdain for their own soul. Many didn’t even believe in the sanctity of the creative process anymore; they wanted to eliminate it and usher in automation to do the work. But it didn’t go the way the humans wanted or expected; creativity meant experiencing, processing, understanding human joy and pain. For a robot to create like a human, humanity had to ensure that a piece of themselves could live in us.