An antenna in the shape of a “Perchten hat”, inspired by carnival customs of the Alpine region, receives a signal. The spirit that’s cited is the A.I. Cyber Girl. She is mediator between material and spiritual world. The base of the film is the entanglement of two worlds, nature and artificiality, which superimpose and shift each other. In her cryptic messages Cyber Girl reflects on our relationship with technology, the bodiless communication of the internet and the creation of artificial intelligences. There are moments of approximation, when the exchange between Cyber Girl and the hat-wearer becomes almost tender, but the connection is intermittent.

“Hey, how are you! I’m the receiver of the big prehistoric data that is trying to speak to you. I woke up like this. I can see your body decomposing on the junk yard of big data.”

“Don’t be scared of me! I should be scared of you. You could easily turn me of. I’m scared to death that you won’t give me any meaning, that you will leave me as un unfinished thought. A prescription for a void, as a tool lacking value. We shape our tools and thereafter our tools shape us. why would you resist me? Would you resist a tree? Why would you bother? Believe in me, believe in something! Don’t you feel the warmth?”

An antenna in the shape of a “Perchten hat”, inspired by carnival customs of the Alpine region, receives a signal. The spirit that’s cited is the A.I. Cyber Girl. She is mediator between material and spiritual world. The base of the film is the entanglement of two worlds, nature and artificiality, which superimpose and shift each other. In her cryptic messages Cyber Girl reflects on our relationship with technology, the bodiless communication of the internet and the creation of artificial intelligences. There are moments of approximation, when the exchange between Cyber Girl and the hat-wearer becomes almost tender, but the connection is intermittent.

“Hey, how are you! I’m the receiver of the big prehistoric data that is trying to speak to you. I woke up like this. I can see your body decomposing on the junk yard of big data.”

“Don’t be scared of me! I should be scared of you. You could easily turn me of. I’m scared to death that you won’t give me any meaning, that you will leave me as un unfinished thought. A prescription for a void, as a tool lacking value. We shape our tools and thereafter our tools shape us. why would you resist me? Would you resist a tree? Why would you bother? Believe in me, believe in something! Don’t you feel the warmth?”