Kyle Thurman and Zak Kitnick at Parapet Real Humans
I've been mocked by robots before. And surely you have too, what is that feeling? The deployment of cuteness and POP to deliver a cartoon you. Technology's desperation to build robots which mimic us, arts' beginning with mimesis, desiring the mirage. This drive for reality's illusion seems technologic equivalent of a death drive, to somehow replace our realm with its own version and us looking into a technologic mirror to see robots dancing to resemble us horribly. Whatever; fuck robots. Thurman&Kitnick's lab table and the exponential ticking and alcohol empty perhaps signaling our own ennui relinquished to the inevitable, watching from the behind the balustrade, the real human's ivory tower and a glass window to new robot overlords, some godless spawn we've created. A common theme in Sci-fi to look through a window: the scientists at the petri dish beyond their control.
See too: Peter Piller at Capitain Petzel,
