
Artificial? Yes. Intelligence? Maybe.
Artificial? Yes. Intelligence? Maybe. Years ago my son bought the house Marion Zimmer Bradley owned at the end of her life. She lived there in community with the writers who ghost wrote many of her later novels. Those books, published under Zimmer’s name to take advantage of her established readership, really did literally take advantage of her readers. The quality was uneven and so was the voice. Standing in my son’s living room, I vowed




