A writer with the bizarre name of Abraham Ivanov gets a computer that can copyedit as he writes—and then some.

This story has echoes of "Cal” and "Galley Slave,” both of which are distinctly better. It still isn’t bad, particularly for a story trapped (trapped!) in Gold. It’s an interesting reflection on Asimov’s own attitudes towards writing and computers as he discusses in some of his essays, and although the ending is rather obvious (and hardly original), it fits in well in its own way.

Despite the title, this story itself is actually tolerable. And, of course, Ivanov is not supposed to remind us of anybody.

Found In

	Robots From Asimov’s
	Gold