A Collection of Obsessions

by Michael R. Fletcher

I wonder if there’s a future for an Artificial Intelligence writing SF. I think I’ll write a book about a civilization of robots who create a Biological Intelligence—thinking it will be supremely intelligent because there’s so much room for data storage in organic material—and are surprised when all it wants to do is eat grilled cheese sandwiches and masturbate. I check to see how much a typical SF writer makes. Ew. I’d do better writing Star Trek books.