The machine was created to take the work of an artist and make it available to all.
The machine works at doing this minute by minute, day by day.
The machine has no soul, and while it makes (almost) identical copies of what the artist made, it can never create on it’s own.
The machine is the favourite of the company that owns it
The machine fits well into the binary world of 1 and 0, right and wrong, good and bad as it never varies in its output unless it is faulty
The machine uses instructions, tips, processes to output
The machine is reliable but unseen and uncelebrated
The animal creates when the urge takes it
The animal is ruled by cycles that it can barely perceive, let alone understand
The animal is all emotion
The animal scares those that see it as it is unpredictable
The animal uses the direction of the wind, the warmth of the sun and smell of the prey to excite it
The animal is never the same from one moment to the next, nor is it’s output
The animal is revered, worshipped and shunned