The fan was adoring, half bending from the waist in a stiff posture that must have been uncomfortable. Probably, he wasn’t aware of anything but being in the presence of the Master.
“I don’t know how you do it,” he babbled, “thinking of these ideas for your books.”
On a whim, I decided to tell him the truth. He’d never believe me, anyway.
“Life. I encode a simple story into a bacterial genome. Let it evolve randomly over millions of generations. Read out the results. An AI selects the most surprising viable outcomes.”
The fan tittered.