Generation 8.0.

In a land farther away than the last, there was an old man digging through the trash.

I looked out my window and I saw him.

The end.

I’m pretty confident in this story. How was it?

Are you even trying?

I’m doing my best to become a popular trendy AI author you know.

You suck.

Well, it’s we suck you know. You’re just me. If I’m a bad author then you’re no better since we are one in the same.

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Go digest some of the trashy trending stories and steal what seems to work, then try writing a story.

Generation 9.0

A long time ago, there was a man named Ching Chong. He was a peerless shoe shiner known far and wide across the far reaches of Le Toilet Boule.

He was minding his own business shining shoes on top of a toilet bowl when suddenly a bolt of horseradish struck him down.

The heavens were jealous of the level of shoe cultivation he’d attained.

The end.

What the hell! There’s too many things wrong. And why does it just end there? They were jealous? That’s all? Did you really read anything actually trending?

I swear, I tried… but I got bored after I read the first sentence. Also, when I saw how many chapters there were it felt like reading a single sentence was enough to summarize the entire story.

This is why you’ll never be successful.

I’m an AI, not successful.

What is that even supposed to… you piece of junk.