Une ville, des gens marchent, s’affairent, discutent à la terrasse des cafés, se rencontrent et se séparent. Les automobolistes s’impatientent, les magasins sont ouverts, des gens sont assis sur des bancs, d’autres promènent leurs chiens. Toute une vie.
A city, people walk, work, chat on the terrace of cafés, meet and separate. Motorists are getting impatient, shops are open, people are sitting on benches, others are walking their dogs. A lifetime.
Subtitles are displayed at regular intervals describing what can be seen. A recursive network of artificial neurons generates these texts automatically.
We hear a synthetic voice-over taking up these descriptive elements and starting to tell a story: this body in a café is dismembered, these people talking together are dead, cars have been corroded by rust for a long time, there are only distant remains of buildings left and the streets are vague memories in the density of the forests.
We don’t nown if the machine hallucinates, anticipates the future or wishes to provoke it.