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Startup Reimagines Existential Crisis by Promising to Pump Out 8,000 AI-Authored Literary Masterpieces No One Asked For

In a groundbreaking move that many are calling a bold new frontier in the mass production of drivel, fledgling startup “Spines” has announced plans to churn out a breathtaking 8,000 books next year using artificial intelligence. And for just a mere $1,200 to $5,000, authors can pay to have their unique voices homogenized until indistinguishable from a well-programmed toaster.

Spines has bravely set out to revolutionize the publishing world by removing the troublesome human element from literature. “Our goal is to infuse the market with a deluge of content so vast that it eclipses human creativity,” said Spines founder Ima Printmore. “After all, who actually likes those pesky, thoughtful passages where an author’s heart and soul seep through? Give me conveyor belt wisdom any day.”

The service promises all the perks of an express factory line: AI will edit, proofread, format, and design your novel, ensuring it reaches retailers without a single trace of idiosyncrasy. As Printmore claims, “It’s like publishing a book with the thoughtful touch of an Ikea assembly manual.”

Despite critics bemoaning the alienation of traditional writers, Spines is unperturbed. “Let’s face it, humans have dominated publishing for centuries with their ‘feeling’ and ‘experiencing,’ and where has it gotten us? Haven’t we all had enough of narratives rich in depth and character?” Printmore questioned, while artfully arranging a couple of IKEA chairs.

Some literary buffs are excited about this brave new world. “Think of the efficiency!” exclaimed local speed reader Skimmy McQuick. “I won’t even have to read; I can just consume books at a rate of 100 per minute, just like the AI intended!”

Meanwhile, established writers are less enchanted. Renowned author Page T. Turner snorted, “It’s like the literary equivalent of robot vacuum cleaners: mindlessly efficient and entirely devoid of charm.”

In response to widespread outrage, Spines maintains the AI-authored books will continue to flood market shelves and e-readers, much like an overzealous barista spilling lattes in a bustling café. “Let them complain,” said Printmore. “The future is now, and it’s mediocre.”

While some fret about the potential cultural havoc, others anticipate an immediate upswing in the sales of real novels containing actual human input. As the publishing landscape transforms, experts predict a paradoxical rise in appreciation for that quaint vintage precursor to AI: the human brain.

Spines is confidently leading the charge in this literary revolution, where the brave new motto is clear: “Why birth a single work of art when you can birth 8,000 soulless husks?”

Whether society embraces this challenging new era in book production or sighs in exasperation is yet to be seen. One thing, however, is crystal clear: the sheer volume of bland, passionless literature is set to rival the Kardashians in their quest for omnipresence.