“The art comes in here,” Steph said, pointing at the base station on the second animation on the screen. “We want to make the status of the wifi network into an art installation when the wifi is running.”
“Aleatoric, algorithmic artistic endeavors.” Phillipe said.
“Again, you’re going to have to explain that one to me.”
“Simply put: we want to base the display on who and what people on the wifi are doing. Packet-sniffing, lifting of browsed images into a display feed, probably some more esoteric generative practices as well.” Phillipe tapped the mouse, and the screen changed to a still of a wall of a cafe with a collage of images projected onto it. “Just one idea.”
“We want to evert the browsing experience into the real world.”
“Evert?” Zoe was beginning to feel like a broken toy, just parroting words she didn’t understand back at the two of them.
“To evert is the opposite of invert. It means to make something invisible, visible, sort of. To project from a small space to a larger one.” Steph made some futile motions with her hands, cupping them on the table, then splaying them out into the air in front of her. “It’s a popular idea when talking about the internet, but it’s kind of hard to explain.”
“I think I get it.”
Phillipe closed the laptop. “That’s the basic pitch right now.”
Zoe looked down at the remains of her salad and took a deep breath. “I’m not sold.”