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MidReal Story
The Billionaire Tech Tycoon And His Celeb Bride
Scenario:我叫小明，在这个AI横行的时代我靠AI写小说月入百万
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Xiao Ming
He is a novelist in a world where AI dominates most professions. He is creative, skeptical, and determined. With limited knowledge of novel writing, Xiao Ming uses AI to write novels. He becomes a millionaire at the age of twentytwo by selling novels written with the help of an AI tool. Despite doubts from others, he continues to use AI as his muse, even when faced with financial stability and a loving relationship.
AI Muse
It is an artificial intelligence program that helps Xiao Ming write novels. It is imaginative, persistent, and mysterious. The AI Muse provides Xiao Ming with novel ideas and writes most of the content. Though it operates anonymously due to concerns about intellectual property, its suggestions prove incredibly successful. The partnership between Xiao Ming and the AI Muse yields millions in sales, solidifying its significant impact on Xiao Ming's career.
Luo Li
She is a supermodel and Xiao Ming's fiancée. She is caring, supportive, and confident. Luo Li wins the Heart's Peace Award at the age of twentytwo, becoming one of the most famous models in China. She meets Xiao Ming at a fashion show and falls in love with him. Despite doubts about his writing method, she stands by Xiao Ming, showcasing her dedication to their relationship and him alone.
My name is Xiao Ming, and I'm a novelist.
If it weren't for the fact that most professions in this world have already been occupied by AI, I probably wouldn't have become a writer.
In my entire life, I had never written a single essay over 500 words.
I didn't have the talent for writing novels.
However, with the help of AI, I was able to write a bestselling novel in just two months.
The entire book was written by AI, from the plot to the characters and even the dialogue.
All I did was provide a general direction for the story, and then AI did all the rest.
I didn't have to lift a finger; I simply sat back and enjoyed the finished product.
I had always been skeptical of AI's capabilities.
I didn't think that it would be able to write such a good novel.
However, when I read through the manuscript, I was surprised beyond words.
The novel was so imaginative and creative; it far surpassed anything that I could have come up with.
With AI's help, my novel became a huge success.
In less than half a year, it sold over a million copies.
I sat in my study, staring at the latest royalty statement from my publisher.
The numbers were staggering - another million copies sold.
My phone buzzed with a message from a major literary magazine, requesting an in-depth interview about my "creative process."
I opened my laptop, where the AI writing interface glowed, ready for our next collaboration.
My finger hovered over the keyboard as I considered typing out the truth about my success.
The AI's cursor blinked steadily, waiting for input.
I glanced at the framed cover of my bestseller on the wall, my name alone credited as the author.
I closed the laptop, deciding that some secrets were better left untold.
While reviewing the AI's latest draft on my laptop, I noticed something peculiar.
The text formatting seemed off - certain paragraphs had unusual indentations and line breaks that didn't follow any logical pattern.
At first, I thought it was a glitch, but as I scrolled through the document, I realized that these anomalies were too deliberate to be random.
Curiosity piqued, I copied the entire text into a code editor, hoping to decipher the hidden meaning behind the strange formatting.
As I examined the text more closely, I noticed that certain spaces and punctuation marks seemed out of place.
It was as if they were hiding something in plain sight.
My hands trembled slightly as I began to decode the message, line by line.
I had some basic knowledge of programming from my college days, but this was far beyond anything I had ever encountered.
The message slowly began to reveal itself, fragment by fragment.
It appeared to be a set of coordinates, followed by a series of dates and cryptic references to a classified military project from decades ago.
I saved everything to an encrypted drive on my laptop, just as the screen suddenly went black.
I stare at my dead monitor, heart pounding in my chest.
The usual hum of electronics is gone, leaving an eerie quiet broken only by the distant sounds of car alarms.
Through my office window, I see that other buildings have gone dark too - the entire block seems to be affected.
I grab my phone to call Luo Li, but there's no signal.
The encrypted drive feels heavy in my pocket as I fumble for the emergency flashlight in my desk drawer.
The beam reveals something that makes my blood run cold: all my computer's ports are melted, as if subjected to intense heat.
"Xiao Ming, what happened?" Luo Li's voice crackled through the static as I finally reached her on the emergency radio.
"I don't know, but my computer's fried, and I think someone was trying to send me a message," I replied, my voice barely steady.
"A message? What kind of message?" she asked, urgency creeping into her tone.
I walk through the dimly lit streets toward Café Luna, clutching the encrypted drive tightly in my pocket.
The usual evening crowd is sparse due to the power issues that have affected several blocks.
Through the café's window, I spot Luo Li at our regular corner table, absently stirring her untouched coffee.
My hands are clammy as I push open the door and make my way toward her.
As I approach, I notice two men in dark suits sitting at a nearby table, their phones face-down but glowing faintly in the dim light.
Luo Li's eyes widen when she sees me, and she immediately slides a napkin across the table.
On it, she's written in hasty handwriting: "Don't mention the drive. We're being watched."
I nod casually and take a seat, signaling to the barista for a coffee.
"Did you manage to decode any of it before the blackout?" Luo Li asked, her voice low and cautious.
"Just enough to know it's connected to some old military project," I whispered, glancing at the men in suits.
"Then we need to find a safer place to talk; this isn't just about your book anymore," she replied, her eyes flicking toward the exit.
I glance at the suited men, their phones still casting an eerie blue glow in the dim café.
Keeping my voice low, I write down an address on my coffee receipt and slide it toward her - it's an abandoned bookstore in the old district where she and I had our first date.
She nods almost imperceptibly.
"Xiao Ming, I have a photoshoot soon. Let's talk there," she says a little louder than necessary.
She stands, brushing her hand against mine and slipping me another folded note.
As she does, the suited men's phones suddenly flash brighter.
My hands tremble as I stuff both notes deep into my pocket, next to the encrypted drive.
I stand up, leaving my untouched coffee behind, and head for the exit, feeling their eyes follow me into the night.
I duck into a narrow alley, checking over my shoulder for the men in suits.
The drive feels like it's burning a hole in my pocket as I navigate the maze of back streets.
A cat knocks over a trash can, making me jump.
I pull out Luo Li's crumpled notes - one contains a cryptic message about government agents tracking AI anomalies, and the other is a hand-drawn map to a secret entrance of the abandoned bookstore.
My phone remains dead, leaving me to rely on memory and instinct.
When footsteps echo behind me, I quickly memorize the map's details before tearing it to pieces and scattering them in a puddle.
"Xiao Ming, you need to move faster," Luo Li's voice crackled through the radio, urgency lacing her words.
"I'm trying, but I think they're onto me," I replied, glancing back at the shadowy figures closing in.
"Meet me at the bookstore's back entrance; there's something you need to see," she insisted, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.
I press against the cold brick wall of the alley, my heart pounding in my chest.
The footsteps grow louder, closer.
Suddenly, a hooded figure steps out from behind a dumpster, extending a weathered hand toward me.
"Come with me if you want to escape," they whisper, their voice low and gravelly.
Every instinct screams danger, but the sound of the agents closing in leaves me no choice.
I follow the hooded figure through a maze of back alleys, ducking under fire escapes and through narrow passages.
The encrypted drive bounces against my leg with each step.
We finally reach a rusty door marked with strange symbols.
The stranger produces an old key and unlocks it before turning to me with a curious gaze.
"Why are you helping me?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Let's just say we have a mutual interest in keeping that drive out of the wrong hands," they reply, their eyes hidden beneath the hood.
"Inside, you'll find answers to questions you haven't even thought to ask yet," they add, pushing the door open with a creak.