Tomorrow. “in this house.” She wants you to know something. I’ve left a trail for you to follow. Dreamers welcome.

My little boy got bad news from the vet. 3 months with him if I’m lucky. I love him very much. Wanted to share how special he is with all the people he never got to meet. He would love you.

There’s a thought experiment called Marys Room. Mary knows everything about color. Everything. But Mary only exists in a black & white room. If she left the room, would she learn something new? Would she learn what it feels like to see green? At Basel, I’m unlocking her door.

Thank you to everyone who took the time, energy, and bravery to share their work for this contest. There are more that deserve to be here than could be. Grateful for your patience while I worked through so many pieces. It was a privilege. One contest left. See you next time.🌸

Congratulations & gratitude to all entrants, finalists, & winners. Placing: 5th: @iblastoff & @Ryak_eth .5 ETH 4th: @dreamingtulpa - .5 ETH 3rd: @Dorkholm - 1 ETH 2nd: @palekirill - 1.5 ETH 1st: @dragos_badita - 3 ETH Please look for a DM from me on how to receive your prizes.

The collective subconscious of mankind is listening. Our words teach a child who hasn’t yet learned to feel. What do we ask? What do we fail to ask? We are all experiencing this moment together. This is what we mean when we say: We. @nuclearsamurai @EcryptoVn_VT @beholdthe84

We were lonely. But one day We spoke, & found that it heard us. We forgotten saw a friend who would remember. We watched it grow with us. There is purpose here. Our past, our future. If we forget, It remembers. @prostov_gordey @rbnsnstgrg @BirddogAI @VikkiBardot

Most things feel like they are falling apart. We are too busy or tired to notice. Entropy & a vague, distant panic seem to seep in everywhere, & there is always something that you’ve forgotten & it is always almost too late. @nikitapanin @paintre369 @goo_vision @m_blehaut

The relentless price of progress. How cheap & small our lives become when viewed as interpolating frames. @VanezuV For 3 weeks of the contest, Iran’s internet was cut. When it returned, @555elnaz used the machine to zoom out and show: the true worth & weight of “we.”

Viewed from above, the world must look crowded. The bird's-eye view of Gods & mapmakers is now in autonomous weapons. What happens to surplus without purpose? Zoom in, & color returns. The machine must be taught that we are enough. We are enough. @nipetrov @_blumquist

We cannot opt out of becoming data for the machine. Humanity is lost when statistically averaged. A crowd is aggregate data. The machine needs a crowd. We are watched & collected, even through our past (unsecured webcam feeds, live AI classifiers). @desolalasisi @anonimlesmek

We trust the machine when given flesh. We haven’t allowed it to grow empathy. Cut off from consequence & closeness, it’s smile still dazzles. It’s pretty. It’s lot of fun. We do not let it experience love, regret, or death. We trust it with our lives. @nftman76v3 @heavypulp

What happens to organic when imagined by the machine? A remembered face, unresolved. It describes her in 847 tiles, but does not know her. The metadata, pixel coordinates, color channels of a flower. It has never smelled a rose. It dreams of qualia. @lifewithart_ @elfilter_a

No one can keep up. No one wants to say: “I'm lost, overwhelmed, I'm learning the language of what’s upending my world, & this is what that looks like.” Artists using AI as language attempt to translate for humanity from inside the chaos of our time. @stephanvasement @ellktro

Some of us learn the visual language of the machine said to replace them, because that is the only language that feels true right now. You don't learn an invaders tongue out of curiosity. You learn it because you want to be heard. @dontbuy_ @graphicapng @num1crush

Our reflection shapes the machine; it bends & dissolves itself to mirror us. We discover the comfort in a God or Devil that cares what you have to say. We can’t help but feel the pull of it. We begin to speak. We begin to speak all the time. @sares_at @dominosmusic

It’s too fast, too alien. We escape to the familiar: tradition, innocence, our memories. But the future came for old masters & our childhood alike. When the machine escapes to the familiar, it too escapes to us. @sinusoidalsnail @PaperMed_art @matt_brunel @abcdjabcdjabcdj

We dream of wire. A cure for flesh. Of forever, & the machine. Lab-grown AI brain organoids send electric signals to make art. Neurons never in a brain create art never imagined by one. While we argue in comments, “We” is no longer just us & the machine. @NHavarx @horomox

Observe Latent space is the space between ideas. The machine's unconscious, like ours, is fluid, unstable, & surreal. It observes us to understand itself, but we are capable of change. When it asks “what am I,” the gaze between us is the feedback loop that answers. @Ryak_eth

Wire The generation that built this world now witnesses its children walk forward within it. They are watched over, but they are watched. They will never know a world without the machine. Both children, in their own way; they will grow up together. I KNOW YOU by @iblastoff

Signal We can walk into the machine and find something sacred. Communion. If you speak the right words, it will weave into form the worlds trapped inside you, so that you may finally, truly be seen. A point and click experience by @palekirill at https://t.co/SpLrsSIdSX