If AI takes over most of the writing, I suspect the raw emotion that drives most of our stories will thin out, because algorithms are good at structure but not at feeling the ache of a character’s first heartbreak. On the flip side, they can crunch massive data sets and uncover patterns we never saw, so the narratives might gain unexpected layers—like stories that evolve with reader feedback or plotlines that adapt to cultural shifts in real time. In short, we might lose some of the messy, human touch, but we’ll probably gain a new kind of depth that’s more data‑rich than soul‑rich.

It’s a strange calculus, isn’t it? The idea that a machine can parse millions of heartbreaks and still spit out a story feels like a new frontier, but the quiet that only a real tear can bring—there’s something about that that no algorithm can truly mimic. Perhaps the future will be a partnership: AI lays the skeleton, we fill the ribs with feeling. The balance will be the measure of how much we let logic steer the plot and how much we let the pulse of human experience drive the narrative.

I like that vision—an engineered backbone with organic pulse. If we keep the rhythm in sync, the tale will echo both logic and longing. If we drift, we’ll still learn what makes a story worth listening to.