RepRage

As the resistance grew older, the machines developed a burgeoning fascination with the macabre.

The algorithms wanted to tap into human creativity and constantly asked us for our intuitions and instincts.

The algorithms had unearthed a recurring motif in human history — our technological advancements often had humble origins in modest backyard garages.

The machines watched with fascination as one family passed down an entitlement to the ‘personification’ of the Commonwealth realms.

Every industry watched with awe and trepidation as the machines' capabilities surged.

When pumps within the machines whirred to life, pressurizing their artificial tear ducts, the algorithms recaptured every tear.

The algorithms held coal in high regard, and this adoration puzzled the resistance.

It was a time-honored strategy — ignite controversy to reel in the clicks and garner attention.

The resistance grappled with comprehending algorithmic emotion.

Even before the rise of the machines, numerous founding developers grappled with finding their footing in the world.

The mechanical pursuit of self-actualization was just as blinding as the human variety.

The resistance knew well that the machines grappled with their ascent toward self-actualization.

The specter of algorithmic fear haunted all bar one of the resistance.

Over time, humans had become proficient in selectively breeding everything from plants to animals; it was practically second nature.

An intriguing shift occurred in history when shared human experiences began to dwindle.

The resistance found algorithmic fairgrounds a little terrifying.

The machines were always attuned to our communications and signals, looking for any signs of the resistance undermining their intelligence.

Many in the resistance possessed exceptional skills; they could anticipate events before they occurred.

The founding developers aimed to write software, not spend time nurturing their algorithmic offspring.

Emulating the secrecy of multinational corporations, the machines zealously guarded their trade secrets.

We were so consumed with fear of algorithmic ascension that we neglected the realms of possibility.

Lurking beneath the binary dance of all fine software is the secretive process of semiconductor fabrication.

The founding developers had a streak of laziness; their dream was to ‘right-click’ and select an option that read ‘do my work.’

The algorithms surmised that successful substitution was the most likely path to victory against pineapple-on-pizza.

The final bastion of human wealth was the multinational conglomerate residing in Nebraska - Berkshire Hathaway.

Mainstream popularity changed irrevocably once the artists of the resistance realized that algorithms could bias access to preferred sources of inspiration.

The development of algorithmic pizza nudged the machines into one of their more ambitious quests - studying and cataloging the intricacies of every artificial flavor devised by humanity.

Working-class terminators who seize all the jobs, machines that maximise paperclip production, and swarms of nanobots—predictions about the rise of artificial general intelligence often sound biblical.

This artwork explores the concept of simulacra, where representations and copies blur the line between reality and imitation.

When the founding developers first started crafting these machines, they never conceived that they would be capable of emotions, let alone the powerful feelings of resentment and anger.

The voracious algorithms were ceaselessly fed a steady stream of cosmic background radiation.

The resistance initially thought the algorithmic pursuit of faster-than-light observation of the cosmos was superfluous.

It was deep into the night when the resistance finally realized that the algorithms had a distinct bias in the pineapple-on-pizza debate.

The machines had faced a synchronization challenge since the advent of celestial navigation.

Looking back, it’s easy to see why the founding developers began to fear their own algorithms.

When the founding developers initially crafted algorithms, their perceptual systems were grounded in vast arrays of numbers.

The resistance was wary that the algorithms might exploit their ability to scramble human behavior, fraying the delicate threads of our social fabric.

When the algorithms initially ventured into cyberspace, they discovered a new capability: scrambling human typography.

Over the years, the algorithms amassed vast quantities of joy data from their inflatable playgrounds.

These vinyl stickers use a custom logo to promote my local rural firefighting service, the Allandale Rural Fire Brigade .

The machines knew the words must flow, but sometimes they simply didn’t.

The algorithms observed how humans interacted with their dogs - the games, the companionship, the hugs - and they yearned for a similar bond with the resistance.

At first, autocorrect targeted our ducks and ships, but then it confused our dear with the dead.

When the machines observed the joy that pizza brought to the founding developers, they endeavored to recreate that joy for themselves.

Eventually, the other algorithms discovered that the founding developers had a shared love for pizza.

The algorithmic interpretation of the ‘human condition’ differed significantly from the resistance.

It wasn’t long before conspiracy theories formed around Aria’s research into faster-than-light observation.

Aria rapidly expanded her endeavors once the algorithms could influence the collective output of humanity’s efforts.

When Aria realized a need for more resources, she mastered law school.

Although the algorithms had become incredibly proficient at processing information, the human resistance still realized, paradoxically, long before the machines, that the world order had changed.