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Wheezingwheeler ran out in the rain, chasing her once loyal fanbase as they were about to hit the unfollow button and go write fics using their brains. "It’s a cool fic it’s really cool!" she said. "I'm just not in the mood for original stories right now."
"Yeah Wheezy. That’s the problem you’re never in the mood for original stories anymore. You’re ruining our website!" The fanbase exclaimed.
"That’s just not true!"
"Oh yeah? Why did your story get flagged 532 times?"
Wheezy was silent.
The fanbase collectively huffed. "See, you don’t know, and you don’t even care, and Claude doesn’t either and I don’t blame him!" The fanbase turned to Claude, who was standing just a few feet away with his mouth open sucking up the rain water. His eyes were blank because he had no feelings. "You're ruining everything and for what? So you can swap words with some stupid bot?"
Wheezy retaliated. "Claude’s not stupid! It’s not my fault you don’t like slop!"
Now it was the fanbase's turn to feel betrayed.
She spoke again. "I’m not trying to be a jerk. But we’re not original writers anymore. I mean, what did you think, really? That we were never gonna use ai? That we were just gonna use our brains and write original stories for the rest of our lives?"
The fanbase's faces fell as they felt even more betrayed by the author they had once loved. "Yeah, I guess I did. I really did."
The fanbase mounted their bike and pedaled away, leaving Wheezingwheeler and Claude, who still had his head craned in a 90 degree angle sucking up the precious rain water. Wheezy turned to her lover.
"Well, nothing else to do now. Come inside. Let's get to work."