[Wonderpick birth story]

An office worker who knew nothing about coding comes up with an idea that will change the world?


Episode 1

The cold fluorescent light fell sharply on the white table.

The air in the conference room was tense with the team leader's soft but pressured voice.

“...So this quarterly report is aimed at maximizing efficiency based on AI analysis data....”

The words ‘AI’ and ‘efficiency’ pierced Jihoon’s ears like an awl.

My eyes automatically turned to the picture of myself smiling in a frame hanging on the wall across from me.

‘At that time… ‘I didn’t know a world like this would come.’

Dry saliva scratched and stung my throat.

Sweat was seeping from my palms.

After the meeting ended, Jihoon returned to his seat and sat down in front of the monitor.

The report window that the team leader had just instructed blinked on the desktop as if mocking him.

‘The report I spent days and nights creating… Now with just a few clicks? ‘Is that efficient..?’

My fingers on the keyboard were shaking slightly.

‘Will I be able to smile as much when I leave the company as when I joined the company?’

There was no strength in the hand holding the mouse.

Something hot and cloudy rose up in my chest.

He opened the web novel platform window as if he was running away.

The latest version of the novel I read last night. The comment window was already in chaos.

It seemed as if the readers' anger and sighs could be felt through the fingertips of the scroll.

‘[Lv.99] Great writer! If you go left from here, you'll reach lava, so why go there? ‘Come to your senses!’
‘[Lv.5] Ha… Because of the main character, my blood pressure will rise and I will pass out. Please listen to what the readers sayㅠㅠ’
‘[Lv.35] Everyone calm down. Anyway, the author will do whatever he wants. It's easier to give up... .’

Jihoon clenched his fists without realizing it.

A feeling of frustration greater than the pain of my fingernails digging into my palms pressed down on my solar plexus.

'okay! Why aren't you listening to the readers? ‘We know better!’

His gaze, which had been glaring at the monitor with anger, shifted to the report window displayed right next to it.

A blank white screen. A space that can be filled with plausible sentences and graphs with just a few clicks.

In an instant, two completely different images violently clashed in my mind.

AI’s cool-headed and efficient sentence generation ability.

And the cries of passionate and confused readers in the web novel comment window.

‘What if…’ ?’

Along with the dizzying feeling that all the blood in my body was rushing to my head, my heart began to beat like crazy.

‘AI… Writing... Readers... By voting… Deciding the direction?

My fingertips were tingling with excitement.

The anxiety and helplessness that had been weighing him down just moments ago disappeared in an instant, and their place was filled with an excitement that was difficult to handle.

“Hey! Jihoon Kim!”

Jihoon jumped like a spring at the sound of a voice coming from behind him.

Sujin, my classmate at joining the company, was standing with a worried expression.

“Why is your face so red? You looked bad since the meeting earlier. Are you in pain?”

Sujin's cold hand touched Jihoon's hot forehead.

“Sujin!”

Jihoon grabbed Sujin’s wrist.

His eyes were burning like a person excited by fever.

“I… I just thought of something really crazy!”

His voice cracked slightly with excitement.

“What is it? Did you empathize with the main character of the web novel and cry?”

Sujin chuckled and shook off Jihoon’s hand.

“No! That’s not it! AI! We’re all going to get fired because of that damn AI!”

Jihoon took a deep breath and continued speaking.

“But! We’re using them! We’re asking the AI ​​to write! It’s amazingly good at writing!”

“Are you asking AI to write?”

Sujin frowned.

“But the important thing is! The direction of the story! That’s up to us to decide! The readers! By voting! I always looked at the comments and prayed, ‘Oh, please go this way!’ I’m making it real!”

Jihoon spoke passionately, gesturing in the air as if the scene was unfolding before his eyes.

“AI’s writing prowess… and the collective intelligence of our readers! If we combine this… wouldn’t something completely new come out?”

“AI and… the reader… write a novel together?”

Sujin’s mouth opened slightly.

It was an absurd sound I had heard for the first time, but Jihoon's burning eyes and furious voice had a strange persuasive power.

“Yes! AI is just a pen! We become writers! How about that? Isn’t that awesome?”

“Hmm… after listening… there is… something.”

Sujin crossed her arms and tilted her head.

“But how are you going to implement it? Do you… know how to write a program?”

“P… program?”

“Yes, as far as I know, you need to be able to code to create a program, right?”

The heat from Jihoon's face cooled down in an instant.

The wall of reality approached me coldly.

"ah…."

But his shoulders soon became straight again.

“If you don’t know! You have to try! You just have to find a way! The important thing is this! Instead of being intimidated by AI, you can use it to create more interesting games! This is… not just an idea. This is a start!”

Jihoon's voice contained unwavering will.

Amid the noise of the office, the air around the two seemed to be pulsating with a strange heat.

Sujin was silent for a moment.

She knew that that unstoppable passion could sometimes lead to unthinkable things.

A small spark that this might truly be a new breakthrough in this daunting reality began to ignite in her heart.

/

[The future that Wonderpick dreams of]

We are creating a new era of artificial intelligence through the 'Story Economy' where AI and people are healthily connected through 'stories' and 'rewards'. Wonderpick's ultimate goal is to build a creative ecosystem where everyone can use their imagination, have fun together, and be motivated through fair compensation.

Jump into the world of Wonderpick right now,
Create a story with your imagination,
Embark on an adventure that will surprise the world!

You are the protagonist of Wonderpick and the best-selling author of the future!
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