Once upon a time, there was a writer. He wrote, rewrote it again and finally carved a story.
Once upon a time, there was a reader. He read the story, analyzed it, and summarized it himself.
And then came the prodigy, he devised something brilliant; he came up with his brain child.
The writer didn’t rewrite his stories. He posted it in crude form. The child did it for him.
The reader didn’t analyze and think. The child did it for him.
Once upon a time, there were writers and readers.
This story is hundred words long. Concise isn’t it?