The Magic Of A.I.

The Magic of A.I.
By T. Delaplain

“The ancient ones will never comprehend this novel intelligence,” whispered Wesley, the first-year witchling. Her hands swiftly danced across the keys, clacking out the code for her love spell. A day would arrive when there would be no need for newt eyes or cauldrons. Soon, all the incantations and rituals practiced from every coven, in every language, would be digitized. Centuries of magic, searchable by the average witch. No longer would hours be spent poring over the ancient alchemy tomes.
With a huff, the sentry took flight as the typewriter burst into flames, completely erasing Wesley’s thoughts.

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