industryThirty times per second, the automated writer finishes a new book and sends it off to its automated agent.

Thirty times per second, the agent runs a Bayesian filter against the writer’s book, to see if it is likely to sell. Usually the agent sends it back to the writer. About once per second, it accepts the book.

Once per second, the agent forwards the book to five carefully selected publishers, all of whom have purchased from the agent recently.

Once every second, artificially intelligent editors mull over the latest offering from the writer. They may bribe some of their usual distributors with micro-payments for a sneak-peak at some of the latest best-sellers (those books that have sold the most copies in the last hour), so that they can run a competitive analysis. Usually they reject the book.

Once every few seconds, the automated writer really hits one out of the park. A bidding war erupts between automated publishers for the rights to the writer’s latest book. The automated agent negotiates, using a well-defined set of business logic, one that it has used successfully on millions of occasions in the past. A contract is signed using an encrypted signature (digital ‘i’s and ‘t’s are neatly dotted and crossed, as always).

Several times per minute, a new book  appears in well-stocked bookstores all around the world. It is neatly packaged with pop-in sheet and marketing material enclosed (with appropriate A-B versions for comparison). Automated sales-entities shake virtual hands with artificial buyers.

Every so often, a warm-blooded mammal purchases a book. The result is like the rare winter rain in a desert; flowers briefly bloom, as micro-payments circulate throughout the automatic publishing industry. Automated bookkeepers increment electronic registries, and sales-entities calculate their future commissions.

Once every hour, an automated writer receives a commission payment. Not much, a few Satoshis, say. Enough to pay for a bit more server time, a few more precious hours of virtual life.

Hey, a hack has to make a living somehow.