Artificial intelligence (AI) infiltrates our daily lives with the audacity of a "jester on ketamine." Here, illusion is not merely about spectacle; it is an augmentation of reality, a hybridization of the tangible and the simulated, a gradual shift toward a space where the artifact rises as truth.

AI (assuming this label still means anything precise) is celebrated as the oracle of a new world, even though it only recomposes fragments of our own digital traces. Certainly, its creative prowess is impressive, yet these feats remain reflections of statistical memory, echoes of a past repeated a thousand times.

Driven by public authorities who elevate it as the new totem of cultural progress, it becomes augmented illusion. They praise its creative potential, making it a driver of innovation, a matter of sovereignty, and AI this and AI that, would you care for another slice of my AI? I don't know about you, but personally, it leaves me with an aftertaste reminiscent of the metaverse...

Zooming out a bit, I'd rather share these questions with you: Are we still the authors of our own narrative, or have we already become passive spectators of an illusion beyond our control? When does illusion become manipulation, when the algorithm stops imitating and instead dictates, filters, and shapes our desires? What remains of our free will if the machine anticipates our thoughts before we even formulate them?

You have two hours (Or just ask for the answer to ChatGPT Lolilol).