Every famous story is famous in one shape. This machine files it under the wrong one — a new genre, a new century, a new lead — and hands you the result. The underlined bits open a morgue file, in case you want to look something up before you ruin it.
Nothing here is saved, sent or scored. The morgue file gives you one to three sentences and a place to dig further — Wikipedia for the facts, Project Gutenberg for the out-of-copyright texts, Bookshop.org for the rest. The people are all dead or fictional, by rule. What you do to them is between you and the page.