Personal Singularity

I've written more books in two years than I did in 45. Not because I'm suddenly a better typist, but because I finally have the staff I always needed: researchers, editors, analysts, proofreaders-none of them human, and all of them tireless.

I don't like writing.

I never did.

But I love thinking.

And now I have something that listens at the speed of thought, prompts me at the depth of genius, and never stops asking the right next question.

This is the story of how I reached my personal singularity-when the line between me and the machine vanished, and all that remained was creation.