THE WRITER'S FATE IN A TECH-INFESTED WORLD
Onah Kingsley@kingsleyonah599198
7 months ago
Story, Story…Story!
Once upon a time, in the heart of an ancient civilization, they lived a couple named Read and Write. They were pilgrims in a strange land. Surrounded by the opulence of wealth, yet haunted by a deep and unfulfilled longing—the absence of a child. Though they commanded a retinue of servants who attended to their every need, their hearts remained heavy with the burden of childlessness. Night after night, they laid their hopes before their most venerated deity, Muse, offering sacrifices and whispering fervent prayers, yearning for the blessing of a child.
In addition to their devotions, Read and Write sought to fulfill their dream through conjugal intercourse, uniting with hope in their hearts that a child might be conceived. But seasons went by, and their prayers went unanswered. One evening, as Write knelt in solitary devotion before the altar, her heart a wellspring of despair, a voice like thunder rolled through the temple, “My daughter, be of good cheer. Soon, a male seed shall proceed from your womb, and by his lineage, the world shall witness the long-awaited change.”
The assurance of Muse filled Write with a hope she had never known before, her spirit renewed with the promise of a child. Yet the days turned to weeks, the weeks to months, and then to years. Write's womb remained silent, and even Muse seemed distant, offering no further words. Frustration and sorrow began to weave a shadow between Read and Write, and the dream of a child became a bitter reminder of their unfulfilled desires. Despite their abundant possessions, they felt a hollow emptiness, a void that no wealth could fill.
One cold morning, before the sun had risen, Write woke Read from his sleep, her voice trembling with urgency. She proposed a desperate solution: if she could not bear a child, perhaps one of their maidservants could. The chosen maid was HeyHy, the most beautiful, intelligent, and captivating of all their household staff. Her beauty had not gone unnoticed by Read, who had been secretly admiring her. So when Write suggested that HeyHy should bear a child on her behalf, Read’s heart quickened, and after a feigned resistance, he agreed.
That very night, Read took HeyHy into his chamber, and she conceived. Nine months later, she gave birth to a bouncing baby boy whom they named Speedy, as he seemed to have brought swiftness to their mission of global transformation. The household erupted in celebration, believing that their destiny was finally being realized. Speedy grew quickly, his presence filling the halls with laughter and energy, and he became the darling of the household.
But as Speedy grew, so too did HeyHy’s sense of importance. Once a humble maid, she now held a position of great influence, knowing that she had given the family its long-desired heir. She began to speak harshly to Write, no longer concealing her contempt, and even entertained the thought of snatching Write’s husband completely. Write, who had once thought HeyHy’s child would bring her solace, now found herself the object of her scorn. Her heart ached with regret and anger, as the once harmonious household teetered on the brink of discord.
Realizing that the situation had become untenable, Write pleaded with Read to banish HeyHy and her son. Read, caught between his loyalty to Write and a lingering fondness for his firstborn, hesitated. But in the end, he agreed, and HeyHy and Speedy were sent away with little more than a skin of water and a few loaves of bread, cast out into the wild wilderness.
In their destitution, HeyHy wept bitterly, her spirit crushed and her child clinging to her side. As the last drop of water slipped from the skin, she cried out to Muse, the deity she had once despised. To her amazement, Muse appeared before her, a shimmering figure in the wilderness, and spoke with a voice like a soft breeze, “Return to your mistress, and submit to her. For though your son was not the child of promise, I shall not forget him. I will make a nation of him too, and his descendants shall be many.” With a bowed head, HeyHy obeyed and returned, humbled and subdued, and a fragile peace was restored in the household.
Fourteen years later, just as the prophecy had foretold, Write’s long-awaited miracle came to pass—she conceived and gave birth to a son. They named him Patience, for he was born out of their enduring hope and waiting. Write’s joy was beyond measure, and she poured all her love into her son. Patience grew strong and wise, devoted to Muse, and his presence filled the home with a sense of destiny fulfilled.
But with Patience’s arrival, the household’s affections shifted, and Speedy found himself cast aside. No longer the center of attention, Speedy’s heart filled with bitterness. He took out his anger on his younger half-brother, harassing him whenever their parents were away, consumed with bitterness. When Write discovered this, she was furious. She demanded that Read send HeyHy and Speedy away once more, declaring that, “The son of the bondwoman shall not share in the inheritance of our family.”
This time, Muse stood with Write, and Read had no choice but to expel HeyHy and her son permanently. He watched with a heavy heart as they disappeared into the wilderness, praying that Muse might watch over them. Muse heard his prayer and sent celestial messengers to guide and protect HeyHy and Speedy, ensuring their survival.
As time wore on, Read and Write aged, and finally, Write passed away, leaving a void in the hearts of her family. Patience, heartbroken, took solace in his father’s advice, and soon married Quality, finding a new chapter of joy in his life. Read, too, sought comfort in marriage, but his second wife, named Quantity, bore him many unruly children who troubled the land with their wild ways.
At last, Read’s time came, and with a sorrowful sigh, he closed his eyes for the final time. As news of his death spread, Speedy, now a leader of his own people, returned to the land of his father. He and Patience stood together over their father’s grave, side by side, no longer as rivals but as brothers. They buried Read with honor, and, true to Muse’s prophecy, they shared dominion over their father’s legacy, uniting their peoples and stretching their scepters over vast kingdoms.
NB: This is an allegorical depiction as well as prophetic projection of the relationship between AI, readers and content writers.
