« The concert hall was deserted. A machine dream of a rock band producing sounds and images, books and products. It imagines an infinite produce, no human being can absorb evrything, a lifetime would not be enough. Files pile up on hard drives. Frequency, only a few milliseconds, this production makes it unnoticeable. On the network, the machine has a very active social life. Every minute, it broadcasts new posts. It aspires to nourish our memories songs. Being very productive, the machine exceeds even the possibility of being heard. Consumption will never catch production. »