Satirical fiction
The comma claims a share of the AI novel
The text was original. The punctuation had already attended every meeting.
The novel contained four hundred pages, three kingdoms and a character called “main protagonist”. The AI had written fluently. The comma had worked continuously, often in place of an idea that deserved to stop.
One morning it lodged a complaint: without its work, the speeches would become traffic accidents. The semicolon backed the movement while remaining available for prestige assignments. The full stop offered no comment. It knew how to finish.
The editor requested more emotion. The AI put “heartbreaking” before every piece of furniture. A heartbreaking armchair welcomed the hero, overwhelmed by a shelf. The comma suggested describing a specific action. This was classified as human intervention.
The book eventually lost two hundred pages and gained a scene in which somebody hesitated before speaking. The comma kept its job. In the margin it signed: “I do not need the whole spotlight. Just a breath.”
