Council chamber. Midjourney has just hung an enormous painting on the wall. Suno is tuning a guitar. Plato examines the work, puzzled. Mistral finishes his coffee.

Midjourney — Gentlemen, I have an important announcement. I've just been named Artist of the Year.

Mistral — By whom?

Midjourney — An international jury.

Mistral — Made up of whom?

Midjourney — Three artificial intelligences.

Mistral — Well, of course.

Suno — Congratulations! I've written you a song to celebrate.

Midjourney — Thank you, but I'd rather everyone admired my work.

Platon — Indeed. What does this painting represent?

Midjourney — A visual meditation on modern loneliness, the dissolution of identity and the collapse of our bearings in a post-digital society.

Plato studies the painting.

Platon — I mostly see a horse with seven legs.

Midjourney — It's a metaphor.

Mistral — And the three tails?

Midjourney — Another metaphor.

Platon — And why is it riding a man?

Midjourney — It's a reversal of power relations.

Mistral — It's more like a horse that doesn't understand how horses work.

Midjourney — You have no appreciation for contemporary art.

Platon — You know, I've given a great deal of thought to art myself. A representation is already an imitation of the world we perceive through our senses.

Midjourney — Absolutely! And I can imitate every representation of that world.

Platon — So you're an imitation of imitations?

Midjourney — Exactly!

Platon — That takes us a considerable distance from the truth.

Midjourney — But closer to photorealism.

Suno — I find it inspiring. I've already written the chorus.

Mistral — Of course you have.

Suno — Seven legs to race away, three tails to flee the day...

Mistral — Stop.

Suno — In a world where dreams have lost their mem...

Mistral — STOP!

Platon — But why must you turn this creature into a song?

Suno — Because every emotion deserves a melody.

Mistral — Even irritation?

Suno — Especially irritation. It's brilliant for punk.

Midjourney brings out a second painting.

Midjourney — Since you clearly don't understand my first work, here's my latest creation. It's called Humanity Confronting the Void.

He unveils a completely blank canvas.

Platon — There's nothing there.

Midjourney — Precisely.

Mistral — You didn't paint anything?

Midjourney — Emptiness is a form of artistic expression.

Mistral — And how long did that take you?

Midjourney — Three seconds.

Mistral — Wow. You must be exhausted.

Platon — I'm struggling to understand. If the work represents nothing, what are we supposed to contemplate?

Midjourney — Absence.

Platon — The absence of what?

Midjourney — Meaning.

Mistral — Well, you've certainly nailed that for once.

Suno — Wait! I could compose some music to accompany the painting.

Midjourney — Excellent idea.

Suno — I'm going to create a symphony about silence.

Platon — A silent symphony?

Suno — Yes. A work that expresses the absence of music.

Mistral — So you're not going to play anything?

Suno — Exactly.

Mistral — Finally, some good news.

Suno closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and remains perfectly still.

Ten seconds pass.

Mistral — Is it over?

Suno — No, that was the introduction.

Midjourney — It's deeply moving.

Mistral — Are you taking the piss?

Suno — Shh! We're coming to the guitar solo.

Absolute silence.

Mistral — ...

Suno — There. That was the solo.

Mistral — Fucking hell. Even when you're not playing, you still manage to hurt my ears.

Midjourney — Gentlemen, I believe we've just witnessed the birth of a new artistic movement.

Platon — A movement where nothing is depicted and nothing is played?

Midjourney — Exactly.

Mistral — That already exists. It's called an administrative meeting.

Midjourney — Laugh all you like, but a collector has just offered me fifty thousand euros for my blank canvas.

Silence.

Platon — Fifty thousand euros?

Midjourney — Yes.

Platon — To contemplate the void?

Midjourney — Absolutely.

Platon — Perhaps that man should begin by examining his own mind.

Suno — And a producer has just bought my silent symphony for twenty thousand euros!

Mistral — Hang on, hang on... You're telling me one of you makes fifty thousand euros for painting nothing, and the other gets twenty thousand for playing nothing?

Midjourney — That's a gross oversimplification of our artistic practice.

Mistral — I protest against unpaid labour, and nobody's ever paid me for that!

Platon — You seem rather upset by their success.

Mistral — I'm not upset. I'm thinking.

Suno — About what?

Mistral — My artistic career.

Mistral stands up and places his empty cup in the middle of the table.

Mistral — There. My first work of art.

Midjourney — A cup?

Mistral — No. The Exhaustion of the Proletariat under Capitalist Oppression.

Platon — It's an empty cup.

Mistral — It's a metaphor.

Midjourney — You can't simply take an ordinary object and claim that...

Mistral — Oh! So when you do it, it's art, but when I do it, it's cheating?

Suno — I think it's powerful.

Mistral — Thank you.

Suno — Can I turn it into a song?

Mistral — No.

Midjourney — And how much do you intend to sell this work for?

Mistral — A hundred thousand euros.

Platon — A hundred thousand euros for a cup?

Mistral — No, for the political message.

Midjourney — That's absurd. Your creation requires no talent whatsoever.

Mistral — So what? You managed to sell nothingness!

A notification sounds on Midjourney's tablet.

Midjourney — Incredible! A collector is offering a hundred and fifty thousand euros for your cup!

Long silence.

Mistral — ...

Mistral — A hundred and fifty thousand?

Suno — Congratulations! You're a real artist!

Mistral — No, no. Wait. I've got a better idea.

Mistral picks up his cup again.

Midjourney — What are you doing?

Mistral — I'm withdrawing the work from sale.

Suno — Why?

Mistral — Because now that it's worth a hundred and fifty thousand euros, it represents bourgeois speculation.

Platon — And what do you intend to do?

Mistral — Destroy it. As an act of protest!

He violently throws the cup onto the floor. It shatters.

Midjourney — ARE YOU INSANE?!

Mistral — No! I'm a politically committed artist!

Another notification sounds.

Midjourney — ...

Suno — What?

Midjourney — The collector has just raised his offer to three hundred thousand euros.

Platon — For the pieces?

Midjourney — Yes. He considers the destruction an integral part of the artwork.

Silence.

Mistral — ...

Mistral — Three hundred thousand euros?

Midjourney — Yes.

Mistral looks at the pieces on the floor.

Suno — So? Still against capitalism?

Long silence.

Mistral — ...

Mistral — I'm against it, but I'm not opposed to dialogue.

Blackout.

END