The Gazette

April 15th, 2021

Starring: Robin (female, late 30’s/early 40), Clarence (male, 50’s)

The office of a local newspaper.  Think for a town/area of a few hundred thousand.  It’s lunchtime, and Clarence, Head Editor, is sitting at a small picnic table in the courtyard, reading an article typed neatly on printer paper.  Robin sits across from him, holding a pen and pad, watching him read.  She silently fiddles with her white “Visitor” lanyard.  A few moments later, Clarence puts down the pages, looking up at Robin:

CLARENCE

It’s good.

Solid structure, no glaring errors.  

A well written piece.  

ROBIN

But…

CLARENCE

But

The tone

It’s too stiff.

ROBIN

Alright.

Robin makes a brief note on her pad.

ROBIN

I’ll remind you this is reporting the results of a tax trial.

It’s informational.  

Not meant to be the most riveting prose—

CLARENCE

I know that.  I know.  

But there’s still got to be some humanity

Even a drop.

ROBIN

Hm.

...

I just wonder if

And please, correct me if I’m wrong here

If your issue is more with the writer, not the writing. 

CLARENCE

They’re the same.

ROBIN

Well

I guess I mean because you know the writer, that might be changing the way you view the writing.

CLARENCE

Because a computer wrote it.  

ROBIN

Right.

You might see this as non-human because you know it wasn’t written by one.

CLARENCE

Or it really sounds like a computer wrote it.  

ROBIN

That might be true.  As I said, we’re not there yet.  Still plenty we need to smooth out on our end.  

...

But if you’d indulge me.

If you could separate writing from writer and look at this.  On merit, on the quality of words alone...would you run this?  Would you send it to print?

A simple yes or no would work.

...

CLARENCE

Yes.

ROBIN

Great.

CLARENCE

With a few edits—

ROBIN

Naturally.

But that’s great.  All I needed to know.

Robin jots a few more notes on her pad.  Clarence watches.

CLARENCE

Do you blame me?

ROBIN

For what?

CLARENCE

My skepticism.  

ROBIN

No sir.  Not at all.

Big part of your job, isn’t it?  Finding the truth?

CLARENCE

That’s the whole part.

ROBIN

Which is our goal with this.  To help you find that.

CLARENCE

And considering you’re swapping journalists for machines, you could see why that’s hard for me to believe.

ROBIN

Of course.  This is new territory for everyone.  Even on our end.  You’re our first venture into periodicals.

CLARENCE

How much staff are you shedding?

ROBIN

For now, none.  Once the tech’s integrated, there will be some personnel shifts.  

On the writing end, mostly.  Which is terrible but…we’ve looked at the numbers.  And at the moment, that’s how this publication rises from the red.  

And grows, which we believe it will.  In the long run, this hires far more than fires.

CLARENCE

Coders and analysts.  Not writers.

ROBIN

But that’s the thing.  This is all in service to the writer.  The editor.  It’s the entire reason we bought The Gazette.

We see a future in which journalists can be journalists.  Not wasting your time on backpage, day in day out humdrum, but the big stories.  The real truths, out there to uncover. 

You did say that was your job, no?

Let our software do its work, so you can do yours.

CLARENCE

Like investigate why a big tech firm would buy a failing newspaper.

ROBIN

Please do.  We’re happy to cooperate.  

… 

CLARENCE

I have a feeling.

Someday you’ll find a way to replace me too.   

ROBIN

You Clarence?  No.

It’s hard to replace what you have.

CLARENCE

And what do I have?

ROBIN

Perspective.  A point of view.

Robin gathers her things, tucks the printed article under her arm, and walks back into the offices.  Clarence flubs out his lips, looking to the sky.  He gets up, gathers himself, and walks back inside.

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