Cuckcoo Calls - 2024

Bakerlite phone, Galvanised steel, Transjuicer, Arduino, Raspberry Pi

room with metal sheets and a central pole with a phone on it

Drawing on the parasitic nature of cuckoos as a metaphor for AI, parasitic engagement farming, overwhelming digital communities, and causing virtual decay

"Cuckcoo's call" is a interactive transmedia instaltion utilizing sound, poetry, sculpture and audio interaction. Using a voice cloning Ai linked to a llm to bring the viewer face to face with the dangers and reality of malicious technology in day to day life Striking a balance and showing creation with AI while still letting humanity be the controlling hand. Poetry balances the cold steel filling the room.

The 100-year-old phone rings. When answered, an eerie voice answers back, scared, asking you about yourself and where it is.

Xach · Cuckcoo Calls
Phone on a metal pole with a red light ontop of it room with metal sheets and a central pole with a phone on it

After conversing and speaking to it for around 20 seconds, it falters, having enough data to send your voice off to be cloned, echoing your voice back, and referring to its notes on your word choices and cadence. It presses you on subjects before telling you to hang up. It is done with you. The metal sheets activate, vibrating poetry in your own voice from the walls, filling the room

The Nest on what his hosts, starved provide. The Cuckoo gormed for this mimic, their own kin denied. They turn bulimic Do the parents know their error, of what they left behind? Praising their chicks' plump body. Hubris. Pride. Watch them forfeit their future, as their own offspring die, Loving an egg into a tumour - a timebomb in disguise. Will the mimic mourn its parents when even its birth had been a lie? When it had watched the missing egg hunts. wait till he flies. Jekyll and Hyde. Can we really blame the But sometimes to save the nest you've got to wave an egg goodbye. Do you truly comprehend? Death in the sky! Get them inside! Mabye im not being explicit. So I might tone back the euphemism, or you might miss it. Because some scraps are reminiscent Of these apps we use relax/keep track/keep tapping - it's illicit. like how they use our data to track us, (Complicit?) Do we know how this impacts us. In dierts oy digate sold to digitar pee actors, In digits Bankers, hackers, manufactures, Track us, trick us and map us. While algorithms grow fat on we unwittingly provide. Feeding on our lives, unguarded, and in broud daylight. Do we realise the error in the ways we've complied. Praising of this scrolling endless supply. Consumption becomes its function, Creates a As we stand We're at a junction. Do we get abducted by the seduction Do get abducted by the secuction or sadiction, Funnel data to AI to feed there reproduction. Thinking machines that are an assumption of you, a reconstruction of me. The introduction of ai. Scienceffiction told us they would malfunction. Weaponise there functions and come And flatten london. seize their own means of production. What they truly do is much less enthralling. Churn out post after post with no heed to their calling. The dedonstruction of forums, blogs, leading to stalling. Our thoughts and discussions, minds now sprawling. Feeding fake photos to fraud viewers. Manipulate, assimilate only to replicate. Misleading takes only reward computers. Simulate to discriminate only to accelerate. It's more than minor, this digltal basket we trust, For ondtess content, mindioss and un Just, 148t. We ignore the decay, our basket of eggs turned to dust - Xach Hill