#1 Generated text, randomness; creates confussion in our era, but a valid perspective of what in year would be understood. Bytes aesthetics are appreciated, I hope text based formats will be still readable then.

#2 Emoticon-hieroglyphics genealogy map? It feels unfinished, I bet there is more, I wonder where is the end.. and with what emoti(c)ons are linked to? The www - a total different non-emotional state of representations?

#4 Curious but old-look like font already, hidden history, memory, time, a location, a room, an address? I wonder what would 'old' mean in art. Would it be something like archaic? Are we looking for meaning in this work? Or the discussion should be for the meaning of the symbol itself?

#8 Is it meant to transfer knowledge or question the complexity of algorithmic process in the future for human brains or supercomputers? I think this will be just a playful simple and quick one to solve in the future by humans or not!

#9 I would prefer just the title by itself as the artwork. The assumption of the non-readable alienated message seems something very '60s, reminding us the classic old sci-fi movies, which have nothing to say about the future, but only commenting traumas of the past.

#10 GPT/AI trending technology at this moment as Pythia of Delphi for what the future will bring.

#11 Who knows...Is it only energy?

#12 Why a diagram? And what is the context of this diagram? I am as lost as the future 'artist' will be.

#13 oh, the humanity! Will it be even faster and more intense in art than now?

#14 Looped physicality that maybe in art will not exist. It can be used as sound art piece only, given only a title.

#15 Is this the negative space of snow of the future?

#17 stillness. Will this be the new state of future acrobatics? So many and intense external unpredictable factors, where our body stays still out of fear.(?)

#18 Becoming one with the natural environment, as we know it now.. But what about in art?

#19 In between injection, something happens. A new event, new state of Kairos - Kairos has changed. Philosophically, that would someone say, kairos will have changed in art moment, but aby moment probably will be somewhere in between (not too early or too late).

#20 A hidden treasure map of the past; a lost language, a rebirth of a new one.

#21 Will this audience even exist?

#23 Interesting message to pass to art species, but I don't think the idiotic aspect of AI would be appreciated that much as now. It might be another type of AI or most probably some other super extravagant high tech trends that will have taken over the world. So the idiocy continues.. and will continue.. until nothing is left. :)

#25 Human's impunity and ego. What would 'legacy' mean in art I wonder? Would it make any sense at all? Or species would be thrown into the vortex of millisecond's ephemerality?

#29 What is the topic addressed for art context?

#30 Wondering if the body part print language will give some extra meanings and messages in art speak. I don't think we have unlocked yet the human body language and its energetic sphere of things.

#33 I trust the search engine predictions.

#34 Very possible!

#35 Quite compelling dialogue, but also very predictable. However, it shows the poetic potential of ChatGPT.

#36 Back to the future! Voo00om!

#37 Looks like a trailer of a virtual AV database of and about the history of internet technology. Very useful for artificial species, if they all would still understand our language.

#38 This might be something very common in 1970 :DD.

#40 What does the persistence of vision represent in society? Is it linked to all the illusional digital or not input around us on a daily basis or some kind gf conspiracy?

#41 :)

#42 A very valid and useful question. I felt while reading the text, that it didn't matter to see another representative image next to it. Then I saw the image and I agree, but even that is not necessary. The absurdity.

#43 A quarantine loop. A quarantine loop. A quarantine loop.

#44 Yes, scary repercussions.

#45 My question to the artist is, what is hidden behind the question he/she/they posed on the matter of how humans deal with scale?

#47-169 Is this a human-made AI? I wonder if in innovation the whole series of works would give enough data to the reader/observer to recognise any hidden patterns.

#170 We simply don't know how reality or the meaning of absurd or perception will be in visual art, so this is again one more guessed assumption as other works.

#171 Is this fictional or a futuristic product proposition?

At the time of its generation, #1 would have given English-speaking readers a strong impression of incoherence. One wonders, though, whether it will be more notable for its coherence for others.  After all, minds formed in the infancy of Oulipo were far more accustomed to textual order, consistency, and intelligibility than minds formed in the infancy of TikTok. So it stands to reason that another century along this path could make a randomly generated word salad appear less like a blast of cautionary abstraction and more like the diction of an informed verbalist.

While still somewhat textual, the emoji-fied keyboard and icon composition of #2 is sparse, and it leans toward a pictorial interpretation for a mind forged in the 20th century. Competing interpretations like (1) corset design, (2) lunar lander, and (3) radio family tree, will undoubtedly fade as new associations emerge to explain this constellation of archaic symbols. Will the work's graphical file format pose problems after a century?  Its "portable network graphic" encoding feels easy enough to carry today, but there is ample evidence that technical procedures can become impossibly heavy under future regimes of data management.

For decades the circulation of messages through email exchanges, and reader software, have offered a marketing niche as well as a means of one-to-one communication. But the medium of email has already suffered a long existence in 2021. Its developmentally-challenged technical perversity demands that it surrender to archaelogy in a century.  Like a cat chasing its tail, the insubstantial byte bursts of entry #3 are caged by this obsolescence, even in 2021, and will only become more captive as its fever dreams of glorious publication awaken to dead links timing out. The marketing of intellectual product becomes the only surviving product.  The remnants of this marketing record become little more than a confusing meta-data, a card catalog entry for a missing artifact in a lost library.

A number inscribed, under the auspices of the Joint Photographic Experts Group, using a font that pays homage to a calligraphic tool, #4 says little that will excite any living creatures today.  A sum of years and centuries is a rather cold and unapologetic communique from the time of polar icecaps.  It is more likely to anger interpreters than to elicit praise. But anger, nevertheless, according to Rage Against The Machine's rap rock philosophy of Freedom, is a gift.

Will toadstools speak to the future? Announced as "an HD video," #5 may require extensive forensic efforts to decode from its patent-entangled video format, which likely will have decomposed greatly either from neglect or extinction. Meta-data assertions of mushroom-human partnership may or may not be entertaining to expert systems, informed by mycology and data science.

In a project that references past visions of the future, #6 weaves together imaginative literary, mythic, artistic, and academic threads.  Despite its ambition to serve as a vessel, its hybrid electronic format already has sprung a DNS_PROBE_FINISHED_NXDOMAIN leak that may be a harbinger of future leaks, brought on by unresolvable claims. Still, if its themes can be perceived at all, they may provide some comfort that humans of past centuries were thinking about unborn perceptual agencies.

The files, the links, rotten truths. Does a message entail a messenger? Possibly zero man. Entry #6 zooms into a cave and the prophecies. It relies on truth I think, that there is a truth, that swipes left or right, future and past. Now I wonder what we mean by truth if removed from immediate surroundings, of predicate logic. Modal truths. We've had a hard time reconciling language and logic the last hundred years. We want to formalize human language and get into trouble. Not even identity seems a sure case. And language, messy in the first place, of unknown origin, inconsistent and vague. Will there be another language instead, a reconciliation from logic to language? And what do we mean by logic? How come we see the rational as universal? Implication also works on Mars. For a hammer everything is a nail?

In anticipation of a fleshless future, #7 provides a bleak journey through the stroboscopic and image-buffered suspension of charcuterie debris, soon to be lost to the mists of time. 

Work #7 evokes post-life, i.e. food. Can we live without dead life? Mass-extinction vs. mass-existence. Diversity. Free-roaming extinction. If not a pyramid then a tree.

Whether seeking to edify or amuse future generations, #8 provides a technical description of a brief script in a computer language, used during the 1980s.  A "man" page for a delightful experience in the personal computer age may differ markedly from norms and thresholds of engagement today, but if silent algorithms repeating two pixelated characters can't please a prospective future intelligence, * can go /\/\/ *sel[v|f]*, it seems.

Without its title, #9 would present a challenge to future philologists, demanding, as it does, either a Rosetta Stone or an appreciation for collections of whizzy signs.  The title, however, suggests that the artist has few illusions about the image being exposed to an inhabited planet.

 Hmm, #9, what seems obvious and natural to us – to speak, to write – is all a puzzle to outsiders. It's really strange you can read this. And the birth of language? Even the source code of webpages these days are intentionally obfuscated. There is compression, there is compassion. How do we imbue sentiments to letters skeletal.

Will AI reviewers ask better questions next year #10? Infested by media dictionary. What is the future of future? Trying too hard. AI NFT can help your economy. What will the wave-function think of us, the right to copy worlds??

 There are some who hold out hope that the public stamp and the hash key of the blockchain of the performance asserted by #11 will be stored, retrieved, or discovered in some way by someone, or the NSA, but pragmatic sorts may one day concede that the un-documentation has been too effective for any recollection to occur.

Incantation of words #11 my, oh my. Something is new and something is not new. R-speak. Incantation incantation. Something was not. Followed by. Maybe who knows, and if so, then everything follows. Everything follows from nothing follows.

By leaving to an "artist of that time" (2023) to complete the work, the artist of #12 – a monochromatic "diagram" – has requested an INCOMPLETE grade from the review board. This is not an option, however, so the verdict must be that the completed work will be somewhere on the spectrum from fantastic to forgettable.

It's in context of the musical in #12. There is either sound or silence, black or white. What if it turns out that it can be read upside-down? The left-hand universe. What do we mean by perspective, invented the year 1212 by a monk? Did the church ban the perspective? All roads lead to God, All lines point to the future, which disappears in the horizon. The scenes and plateaus, maybe an empty structure, to be filled in time, with time.

 Lucky contestant #13 captures a collection of video loops that are felt, by a quintet of followers, to represent 2021. These audio-visual sensations are leveraged in a bid to generate neurotransmitter floods and hurricanes worthy of the next century's altered psycho-environmental conditions.  

Do loops have? Time crystals? It wants to break out of itself, it modulates through loops. We are changed at each run. A story repeats but a slightly different one, a dream river. At least, spewing worlds, forking paths. So is #13 a meta-story, – different runs in time? There's the dimensional problem, and of endlessness, but if it loops?

In the dystopian future portrayed in #14 – a desolate world without tennis courts, rackets, or nets – mimes are forced out of retirement to appeal to Olympian god-bodies for the restoration of a once-great sport. In less than a half of a minute, the work's relentless spectacle demonstrates hand-eye coordination not seen since Vito Acconci played the game, while simultaneously offering hope for a purge of ersatz handball and pickleball pastimes, and an end, once and for all, to 'paddy cake ball.' 

Another walking by in #14. Also a loop. If it bounces back, hundred years.  We probably have the wrong idea about scale. Why is the future so far away for instance? The time-compression, claustrophobic and hyperbolic. Inclined to. You could imagine the push from uncertainty, that time is pressed forward, there just isn't planckspace enough for more than one. It would have to juggle particles, two hands and three balls is possible then, two locations and three particles. You know, that might be driving time or something. A looping motor there, the chair-game. 160 year old human, why not. 0 is cast as a loop, entities out casted. Why doesn't a number revolve around itself?

Will there be snow in the future? If not, the text and imagery of #15 may serve as a bitter reminder not only of the wintery wonders of 2021, but also of the snow-blind optical unconscious that can be cured with the right glacial GIF file.

Chance like a snowflake in hell it's said. There, and in #15, you have a clash of entropies. Noise and heat. Structure related to cooling down, or you heat up and loose structure. Smoking out the Higgs particle, a little snowflake decaying almost immediately. Will spam improve finally, maybe we are spam? In a sense, with our slow-churning, heat-hungry, noisy brain, a very inefficient network the boys will say. Leave them to the arts to entertain us.

If it comes to pass, as some have suggested, that only machine "intelligences" will remain to examine the artifacts left behind here, there's no work in this collection that is more likely to baffle a soulless electronic interpreter than #16. Its improbable twists, and jarring history of loss and survival, are exactly the kinds of content that must remain mysterious to post-human processing.

Even if we get a better understanding of the configuration space we're still left with dementia and smoke screens in #16. What was the meaning of real-time? And capture, measurement, with a volumetric sensor processing? A corrupted wave, not coherent. Touching, which then makes you part of it, as it survives by splitting.

Continues into the senses of the body, rather than knowledge or judgement, judgeledge. Safely preserve the present stuff, deep in the earth. Problems with the world seed vault, water is leaking in, as an objective irony. In #17, gray sleeping pills, looks like bombs. Then you are sent to the stones. Line 111. A meta-reference inscribed and lost. Hands that are hands, as long as they are. A sleeping capsule. If we can imagine, is there someone inside that capsule? Someone outside it? Drawings as if scratched on the side of a boat, or were they from the waves? As the day passes by, it seems as though nothing happened. Still acrobatic through the fires. Forming symbols with the limbs? How many bodies do we need to spell help? Inhabiting the river. Latching onto a semented block. Present in parentheses, epoché. Remove tenses, remove senses. Recollection of particular acrobatic momentum. The flame is like a tongue, does it speak? Through the wall? Of references? 

Although its ideas and imagery feel futuristic in 2021, the rhetorical framing of #18 seem somewhat unrelated to an art exposition in the next century. Will problem-solving adaptations of machine learning remain relevant in a field that is advancing by leaps and bounds?  Perhaps this work will feel edgy again in a post-apocalyptic future.

A bingo-card, crossword dictionary. #18 down. How to live in a screensaver. Zero order, self-organisation. Still wonder about where the body belongs - does it inhabit an identity, a clone, a house that looks like itself? Topology is mostly about holes - without holes no houses. Technology will at least provide us with a language. Evolutionary, generative. Now, where was I? Contributing to science, to epimetaphysics, after and above, so before and below.
[Note: artist decided after the game was complete to retract the assosiated work]

Combining la poésie with steganography, #19 weaves French, ancient Greek and Portable Network Graphic encoding into a manipulated "non-image" that is difficult to un-see.  Should some future spectator penetrate its abstraction to discover the temporal poetic theme, the code-bent philosophical riddle could finally strike a target.

"Too early if before and too late on the other hand...." Spend quality time with the present. Two big wheels are churning. And still others appear as interference patterns, even when zooming in on the now. You keep zooming and something is uttered or executed, run off. If there's an inside and an outside how do we? An inner faculty called x. Call x. Y is received. The way out of it is a way in. Decohered to code. It's a beautiful image, grand and austere, interference and entanglement. If you look at the code it's both too early and too late.

The manifesto that is #20, which insists that it be tied to its promotional Uniform Resource Locator, could be a bridge drug for a future intellligence that is yearning for the self-consciously uninhibited Dadaism of 1921.  But it will surely fail to deliver this fix because the domain name will be gone.

Hybrid of what? We all have a notion of the virtual, of something that only could have existed. This (#20) seems different from the impossible. A dead drop. Coordinates, even on a sphere. The circle began and it ended. What isn't can say something about what isn't. The AIs will conclude that much wisdom was hidden in poems, or hidden from existence.

The silent motion picture sequence of #21 provides 38 seconds of grayscale videography, 17 ducks, and one quotation.  Were the ducks cold?  The camera provides no conclusive evidence.

In #21, the camera has perspective, has a horizon. For the eye everything looks like a splinter. Frozen time. Seems the snow is coming from the distant future. Time will make ducks, even clusterducks, time will make trees come true. What about the subject? Can I have spam without the spam? And for the little photon time doesn't exist, from its view and interaction there's no such thing as a future.

#22 aggressively strains the carrying capacity of the term 'netart' by whipping it into river foam – a screenshot, a passing journal entry. Perhaps it's a needed sign of a crick run dry. But the portage from a headwater feels easier with some expectation or goal.

I know, you can always add 'I know', (#22). It's like the transcendental unity of apperception. Whatever is on your monitor is on your monitor, even if it's unplugged.

Already in 2021, if given a large enough training data set from continental theory blogging, the ideas of #23 could be generated artificially through the assistance of machine learning. For better or for worse, this statement appears to be a direct rhetorical product of a human mind, though it drifts toward the musings of a self-loathing robot.

Chain of events (#23). Necessarily. An unchained event? The now? Words expand into kennings. Pictograms producing offsprings. The Born rule, born rule, or Bell event. No, it seems to be unchained, but predictable, what inspired hope in us robots.

Jittery compositions drawn from time-lapse computer interface recordings divide this music video into bursts of familiar or erotic imagery. As a portrayal of life in 2021, the work, #24, suggests a highly distracted and impulsive visual experience, while at the same time calming the nerves with meditation grooves. But will your 'tube still be online?

The captioned photo compositions #25 asks us to assess the importance of legacy, without exactly saying that the artist (pictured in the work several times) is unconcerned with his own legacy.

And we pass into eternity with a question in #25. Also very moving, not really so different from the above. But his has already happened, after the goodbye. Light and shadow. "But in any case..." The most private is the most public, what concerns all. And vice versa, the most public concerns no one.