The central piece here is four split-flap displays showing AI-generated text and a large HD TV displaying images based on those texts. The problem is that AI images are already familiar enough to be corny. The upscale production values do not help, and the jokey critique of high-brow art speak, aka International Art English, never lands because those are old jokes. One piece, Artificial Musings of a Null Mind, sort of works: a Terminator-like skull spouting gibberish, like SkyNet gone rogue meets MadLibs. It still feels glib, though, as if a whimsical hellmouth is amusing and not troubling.