Sonja Pikart - Half Human

A room, a woman, a few disco ball shards. Sonja Pikart stands by the window, trying to look serious. She has been training, meditating, and smudging since 4 a.m. – both tofu and evil spirits. Now she wonders how many world wars have likely arisen because some feel-good app told a fascist, "Everything is allowed. You are enough." Sonja would like to call the world outside her door an apocalyptic nightmare, but actually, everything is as it always is: some things are so frightening that they must be repressed, but there are also NGOs, ice cream, and sloth babies. Would she even notice if there came a point where the mood shifted? As long as she can take care of her kimchi in here, everything is actually fine. It feels good to be needed. Nurturing a cabbage vegetable with heartfelt warmth is something that AI cannot do.

A fantastic sci-fi journey into one’s own soul begins, a strange dream of a worsened world, a search for humanity in a reusable piñata. Half human – a U- and dystopia.

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