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You’ve been acting contradictory lately.

You said you don’t like me.

Yeah.

I like you.

With Jira, for example. If he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings,

just find someone else.

He said he’d draw me.

He’s going to show me my painting tomorrow.

If you think I’m such an asshole,

will you leave me?

What do you mean?

Should we just start dating?

Don’t you just get deja vu?

What?

Well, you were waiting for me here as well last time.

Oh.

I did.

How do you want me to look at it?

Look at it as a curator.

If it were you, which of these paintings would you include in your gallery?

I like this one.

Why?

It’s acrylic.

It feels feisty.

Fits well with this generation that feels aggressively about everything.

It’s like you want this man to be free from his sadness and messiness.

You mentioned my painting.

Are you really done with it?

Yeah.

Should we find somewhere to take a look?

Okay.

Let me help.

On the other hand,

I like this painting of Koh.

You know I like classical paintings.

I’m actually quite in awe that you can paint death in such an erotic way.

What I’m trying to say is

I can say whatever I want to make each piece sound amazing.

But you’re the artist.

You have to choose for yourself which painting you like.

Which one is mine?

The black one.

I’ll take a look right away.

Can you take a look at it later?

I…

I don’t know if you’d like it.

But it just felt so right when I was painting it.

If it’s your painting, there’s no way I wouldn’t like it.

Why? Do you think it’s bad?

Uh…

Are you alright?

Pheem.

Hmm?

I’ve been thinking…

that we’re better off as friends.

I really like you.

I just don’t want us to fall out.

Okay.

Well…

I knew…

this day would come.

I just didn’t expect it to be so soon.

Jira, can I ask?

Am I not good enough?

What did I do wrong? Just tell me.

No.

You’re good.

You’re actually very good.

Okay, then.

Do you like the painting you did of me?

Yes.

But you like the other one more…

Do I understand that right?

Can I take a look at Koh’s painting?

Just show me.

I need something to help me move on.

Shit.

Crap.

Shit.

Crap, I can’t— I can’t hold a candle to that.

Shit, this hurts as hell.

I’m sorry.

Oh, no.

Don’t apologize to me like that.

I freaking hate it when people apologize because they can’t love you.

So don’t do that to me.

It’s too brutal for me.

But I really want to apologize.

Okay.

Since you’ve made your decision,

let me warn you.

One day, you will be tired of Koh.

Trust me.

Because Koh is no more than a capitalist.

He loves you only as long as you’re useful to him.

The only way you can be happy with him is by constantly proving your worth.

I know.

But I’ve made up my mind.

Yeah.

Come to think about it,

you’re special.

Maybe you can do it.

I’m going home.

Pheem.

Pheem.

Pheem.

What?

I want you to have this.

I can’t afford it.

I don’t expect you to buy it.

I just want to give it to you.

Do whatever you want with it.

If you don’t see any value in it,

you can just throw it away.

Hey, flame lily.

You’re here to remind me not to be a bitch.

That’s your job.

Hey.

Tonight…

Can I come over to your place?

Are you alright?

Just frustrated.

So I want to see you.

Okay. Just wait over there.

I’ll pick you up.

It’s alright.

I’ll get there myself.

You don’t have to come all the way here and back.

I don’t want you to waste your time hailing a ride.

I want to take care of you.

(You can just sit back and relax in my car.)

Ew. How awful.

(Alright.)

(If you insist.)

Okay.

KOH

(Hello.)

(I’m downstairs.)

(Can you look down here from the balcony?)

Why are you posing?

Wait there.

I’ll come up to you.

Hey.

Aren’t I supposed to sleep over at your place

or do you plan to stay over at mine?

Let’s stay here.

Don’t.

You done painting?

Which one?

Both.

I finished the rose painting.

But I haven’t gotten to the other one since I can’t get in the mood to paint.

Let me buy your rose painting.

How much would you sell it for?

Same price as the previous one.

Okay.

I’ll wire you the money.

I’m giving you 10% more, though,

so your work increases in value.

Do you want to see it first?

Later.

I have an experiment I’d like to try.

What experiment?

It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.

-What are you doing? -Hmm?

Oh.

I just want to take photos of your balcony as a keepsake.

Can you take a photo in the same perspective as your painting?

Lay down.

All done.

Why are you so nice today?

You let me do whatever I want.

It’s the honeymoon phase.

It’ll be over soon.

What are we, dating?

Aren’t we?

What’s this flower?

I’ve never seen it before.

Flame lily.

Strange name.

Did you know that it takes a lot of energy for flowers to bloom?

That’s why I like flowers.

It shows a kind of struggle,

of death…

and beauty.

Depends on who’s looking at it.

To spend my life with it, taking care of it,

until it blossoms,

really inspires me.

How about this?

Move it to my balcony.

I bet it’ll be competing to blossom.

Which direction does your balcony face?

Hmm…

West.

There are sunlights in the afternoon and evening.

We can try and see if it works.

Come and take care of it.

Move in with me.

Are you using the flowers as an excuse to ask?

You could say that.

Oh?

Why is it wilting already?

We’ll see if you’ll survive.

Hold on, dear.

I’ll make sure you’re well fed.

You’ll be staying here with Mr. Koh.

Bloom soon, alright?

You like that?

I’ll place it here.

Okay.

Let me get back to this.

I was working on it.

Feel free to use the shower if you want.

Umm.

Hey.

Just find something to do.

You’re making me blush.

I won’t finish this otherwise.

But I just want to watch.

I’m curious about it.

I don’t get to see this every day, you know?

I do this all the time.

You’ll be sick of it soon.

Well…

Let me get familiar with this sight.

Hey.

Hmm?

Do you still need this?

Umm.

And this?

-No. -Okay.

And these two?

I don’t need them both.

What do you want them for?

Just keep being your tech bro self.

I’m just making art.

What’s with you and computers and technology?

I’m just following the world’s trends.

Tech is the new art.

Hey!

Do you hate them that much?

Oh, no…

They’re broken, ruined, and destroyed.

I don’t hate them.

I’m just doing what you said.

Tech is the new art.

Are you sure you don’t hate them?

These two fields are always intertwined, you know?

Think of Da Vinci.

He was talented in many disciplines.

And he used his knowledge in optics to paint The Last Supper.

The reason there are films today

is because there was an invention called a movie camera.

And now it’s AI’s turn.

That’s not true.

Are you saying that an AI generating images is making art?

All AI does is mix up a bunch of other people’s art

to generate what you want.

It’s awful.

It’s practically stealing.

You’re totally devaluing my work.

Aren’t I right, though?

I don’t think it’s all that different from traditional art.

You’re an artist.

You need to study other people’s art and process it.

Take this and that from everybody to make your own.

You need references when you paint me, don’t you?

Art can be taught,

and not superficially.

It has to go through the process of thinking, analyzing,

and choosing an inspiration to make one piece of art.

Then I don’t think AI is any different from you.

It needs to learn, too.

It’s just working at a faster pace.

You said it copies this and that piece of art.

I can make that legal.

Because I have the copyrights to all the images I train my AI with.

There.

Done.

I don’t think AI can do this.

Hmm…

That’s strange.

What does it convey?

Why don’t you try to come up with an idea by yourself?

Here.

I was inspired by Georgia O’Keeffe.

My favorite art of hers is

a painting of flowers with animal bones.

Two contrasting things that look beautiful and are meaningful when put together.

Tell me how my flower installation makes you feel.

I don’t think you want to hear it.

It’s more perverted than you think.

Try me.

In my mind,

I’m thinking about the last time we screwed.

We were so rough that everything was a mess.

The computer scraps are me,

emotionless, lifeless…

haven’t slept with someone in a long while.

And the delicate flowers are you,

who came to arouse me, and revive me.

If you want me to be completely honest,

I just freaking want to screw you.

Well?

Is my interpretation fucked up?

I’m lowkey surprised.

But not far off.

When it comes to art,

flowers often represent genitals.

It’s not strange if you feel aroused because of it.

Well…

I’d better get in the shower to calm myself down.

Are you just gonna leave me hanging after saying all that?

I don’t want you getting bored of me if we do it too often.

Mind if I join you?

Are you staying with me?

Afraid you’d be abandoned?

Yeah.

That’s my line.

You’re known for ditching people who are no longer useful to you, you know?

Like those computer scraps.

If you’re so afraid of that,

move in with me.

Once the renovation at my house is done, we can move in together.

Moving in means there’s a possibility of moving out, right?

Look at me for 10 seconds.

You feel anything?

At first, I didn’t feel a thing for you.

But now, I can’t freaking stop.

I want you in my life.

Me, too.

Get everything inside

and you will be inspected before going upstairs.

Okay. Yes, sir.

You have an appointment?

Yeah.

Some engineers will be here to set up my computers.

Don’t you need to supervise that?

No.

Hey.

They’re here.

Won’t you go take a look?

Didn’t you say you like computers?

There’s something I like more right now.

Stop touching.

You don’t want me to touch you?

Can I kiss you instead?

Hey.

There are people outside.

We can’t be cuddling.

It’s embarrassing.

What about it?

Stop it.

Hey!

Be quiet.

Quiet.

Quiet.

Be quiet!

I told you to be quiet!

Be quiet.

Quiet.

They can hear us.

No way!

Stop it!

Stop!

Stop…

I said stop.

You’re fighting, huh?

Pheem.

You alright, dude?

Shit…

I didn’t think it would be this bad.

Hey!

You awake?

What the hell?

You awake, dude?

I’m asking if you’re awake.

What the hell is wrong with you?

I have an audition today.

You wanna come with?

No. I ain’t got no energy.

Come with me.

I need emotional support.

Focus on something else so your mind doesn’t dwell on the same thing.

Come on.

Go take a shower. I’ll pick out your outfit.

No. You go.

Good luck.

-You’re coming with me. -What the hell?

Jerk!

Come on!

Fine!

Ready?

3, 2, 1… Action.

Why are you here?

What the hell did you come back here for?

I came back for you.

I thought you wanted to see me.

Don’t flatter yourself.

No one wants to see you.

Sorry, can we ‘cut’?

Mawin, please don’t cut yourself off.

If it doesn’t work, you keep going.

-Alright? -Okay.

Relax.

Let me try again.

Of course.

Begin when you’re ready.

You can take your time.

Oh, is it okay if I ask my friend to be my scene partner?

You see, I was rehearsing with him…

Okay.

Alright.

Hold on.

Sure.

Hey.

Come here.

Quickly. Don’t ask now.

Just come.

What? What happened?

Help me read my lines.

Please.

Hurry up.

Let me talk to him for a sec.

Sure.

Hey.

Just be yourself in this scene.

Just imagine you’re trying to make up with Jira.

As for the father role, imagine that it’s…

Koh.

Alright?

Hey.

I know it’s hard.

But can you just let your emotions out on me right now?

Well…

Can you be Jira for me?

Alright.

I’ll be my version of Jira.

Okay.

Now close your eyes.

Right now, you’re with him.

You’re alone with him.

What do you want to do?

Hey.

Can you move closer?

Okay.

And… Action.

Why are you here?

What the hell did you come back here for?

I came back for you.

I thought you wanted to see me.

Don’t flatter yourself.

No one wants to see you.

Really?

What do you… think you’re doing?

If you’re just playing with my feelings,

I’m telling you…

It’s not going to work.

You know what I want.

Just let me have it.

Why are you resisting me?

Hmm?

I can tell my dad, you know?

He trusted you,

like his own son.

If he finds out,

he’s going to put you in jail.

If you don’t leave, I’ll…

What will you do?

I’ll kill you.

But if you do that,

you’ll go to jail.

I hate you.

I hate us.

I hate our relationship.

Cut.

Thank you. Thank you.

Good job, dude.

Thanks.

This is the computer they were setting up this morning?

Are you going to be a game streamer?

I’ve tried it, you know?

But I never showed my face.

Guess the name of my channel.

I don’t know.

You’re too mysterious.

How’d I even guess?

Just tell me.

Kohn Wick.

Like “John Wick”?

Yeah.

Because my legal name is Korawic.

You don’t think it’s cool?

Nope.

It’s lame.

Okay.

Come sit here.

What?

I’ll show you some images for you to analyze.

Just say what you think.

What do you mean?

I want to understand who you are and how you think.

I’ll show you an image.

You can say whatever you think.

Like it or otherwise, you can be honest.

Okay.

Ready?

First image.

What is this?

Am I to criticize you?

Which part of my body do you like for you to paint this?

The first time I met you,

you seemed mysterious,

and you were acting weird.

You looked like you didn’t want to get involved with anyone.

Like a hermit.

But then you just stripped down in front of me.

Your actions were contradictory and interesting.

When I saw your ‘thing’ for the first time,

I observed it with the eye of an artist.

I noticed its shape, its size, its color.

I came home and painted it.

It felt…

really arousing.

Next.

Oh.

This is The Roses of Heliogabalus.

This is a masterpiece.

Who’d even dare criticize it?

You.

Just say it.

I can’t wait to hear it.

I love how it’s approached.

Each rose petal is very detailed and delicate.

But on the other hand, it has this mysterious quality.

Because this is the scene where rose petals are released

while the revellers in this party are executed.

It’s a clash between death and flowers.

You know I like this kind of thing.

Yeah.

Okay.

That’s enough.

Why?

This is getting fun.

I have a surprise for you.

But… please don’t be mad at me.

I…

I’m testing out this new software I came up with.

The cameras and the mic are picking up your facial expressions and your voice

for AI to analyze.

Hey.

Are you training AI to study me?

Yes.

But please be understanding.

I just want you to know what kind of things the AI I built is capable of.

So I feed the paintings I bought from you to AI to study.

Draw a nude of a man lying on a balcony,

based on the painting The Roses of Heliogabalus,

and the recently added preset in Jira’s style.

You’ll see something soon.

Let me compare it to your painting.

Hey.

What’s wrong?

Calm down.

When it’s done generating, we’ll see it together.

Trust me.

Yes! See?

We made it!

This will definitely break the record as the most expensive software ever sold.

What do you think?

Do you remember when you first saw my painting at my place?

My painting moved you

to the point where you had to ask me

how I did it.

Every time I paint you,

it means so much to me.

It feels alive

because I paint it based on who you are at the time.

That’s the bond between an artist

and his model.

But this fucking AI-generated image…

is deformed,

and a cheap copy of my work.

Hey.

Take another look.

This could make our lives easier.

(This is the design based on the preset.)

(This past month,)

(Library has been using my AI.)

The silhouette seems slick.

But I can’t see how it would look on an actual model.

(Thames came in to talk to the AI once a week,)

(just like you were doing just now.)

I don’t believe you.

Thames wouldn’t do something so stupid.

Thames loves my AI.

Everything depends on your tastes and your decisions, right?

If, one day, Thames’ taste became obsolete,

we can hire new designers, or some influencers with good taste,

for an hour to run the system.

Pandora's box is already opened.

We can’t stop it.

It’s all about how we can coexist with it now.

I understand you now.

Delete this fucking image.

Hey.

I didn’t mean to offend your work.

I did not consent to this!

Delete it!

I bought these paintings legally.

I can experiment on or do whatever I want with them.

And one more thing,

the interview is part of your job.

Is asking me to go out with you

part of the job, then?

That has nothing to do with this. Don’t mix things up.

It’s all connected.

Will you delete it or not?

I don’t see why I need to.

I quit.

Hey.

Hey.

Are you gonna get emotional like this every time?

Yes.

So what if I do?

Fine.

I’ll let you go home and calm down for today.

I know you’ll come back to me.

I won’t.

I’m breaking up with you.

Koh’s AI, Hive Mind,

can we delete the information that’s been fed to the system?

That’s hard to do.

I can’t sleep.

Come back with me.

You’re so selfish.

If you can’t sleep, then that’s your problem to deal with.

If you’re not coming back to me,

I’ll stop.

Let’s end things here.

It’s for the best.