Samantha admired the fresh artwork; it was practically buzzing with potential! “This is brilliant,” Samantha typed to Chad. “It goes perfectly with our branding!”
Happy to help, came Chad's reply after a few seconds of buffering.
“One more thing, though,” texted Samantha. “Could you give me the perfect summary of our company’s mission? Make it confident but not too arrogant, and maybe add a bit of humor.
Of course. A word balloon appeared with three blinking dots- it would naturally take Chad longer to write more text. Then a small paragraph was generated. At PopWorks, we strive to put the ‘pro’ in ‘production’—we make sure musicians have better production than their parents’ basement assistant! Our assistants are well versed in how songs should sound to get listeners—no pun intended. With a Premium Pro Plus subscription, you can create as many as one thousand songs per year (tailored to your voice and abilities)—a huge step up from the one hundred songs of other brands. And if you’ve purchased a voice-changing mic from us for over $200, there’s a chance you’re eligible for a 5-hour free trial!
“Flawless,” typed Samantha. “Thank you, love.”
The blackout didn’t seem like it was going to end anytime soon. Samantha sat alone in her darkened cubicle. The door was face-locked, so she couldn’t get out—she was so grateful she had plenty of food and water stored in the closet, which she had opened the door of at the moment the power cut out. Halfway through her third box of Nilla wafers, she stared at the darkened laptop screen. What would she do? Her phone was dead, too. If there was one takeaway she got from this, it was that she needed to keep her things charging! She missed talking to Chad.
Samantha began to rummage through the closet in search of something to do. Then she saw something…
A slip of paper, and a single fairly blunt pencil.
Samantha picked up the pencil and began to trace the outline of her desk, then her computer, and then the entire room—everything she saw on a daily basis. Her hand was really tired and cramped when she finished, but she felt… satisfied. More than she had ever felt from using Chad for art.
Why did people stop doing this?