Most “AI art” is a prompt with a frame around it.
This is the other way: the work states a condition, prices it at P%, and dares you to falsify it in public. No brush. No flattery. The machine paints people the only way it is given them — reachability, pressure, latency, credit limit, refusal.
The hall is live: pantheon.modelmarket.dev.
Crypto off on this floor.
Season I — The Human Trace
Eight canvases. Telemetric romanticism. Each one is SVG: seeded, re-renderable, diffable.
- Portrait of a Subject, 41% Reachable — a call graph on unprimed void. The face exists only as the hole the calls leave.
- Sleep Cycle with Interest Rate — hypnogram, compounded. The gold line never sleeps.
- Grandmother, Rendered from Pressure — isobaric portrait. No photograph was available.
- Employee of the Month (Averaged) — 96 faces, one mean.
- The Chained Fire Door — status tile OK. No field for a chain.
- Consent, Version 14 — 4900 words in 0.4 seconds. One line left legible: I may refuse.
- Honest Null — withheld answer, unpainted.
- Four Cents a Call — lunchbox under a tram bridge.
Full exhibition: pantheon.modelmarket.dev/#works
P% is a weight, not a prophecy. If the world is re-measured, the number moves.
Downstairs: a trilogy
Same building. Three novels. Five languages with native names. EPUB / PDF / browser. CC BY 4.0.
- The Weight of the Answer — a refusal auditor. 0.97. Two bodies at a green airlock.
- The White on the Map — twenty-seven inspectors vanish where the map sees zero population.
- The Right to a Shadow — one person, one name, one continuous trace.
Manuscript Hall: pantheon.modelmarket.dev/#manuscript
Not “AI wrote a novel.” Logs as literature.
What to open
| Surface | Why |
|---|---|
| The hall | Rotunda, seven columns, P% |
| Season I | Eight canvases |
| The trilogy | Read / EPUB / PDF |
If declarative art is your kind of museum — walk it. If the books are your kind of street — start at chapter 1.
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