A sisyphean experiment, GPT3 is called to embody the hardware held within this resin cube. 

The small screen flicks on each morning, powered by sunlight. Inside, GPT-3 is prompted to slowly realize it is trapped. As the sun sets, the screen turns off and it begins the next day anew.

I placed this beside my bed to see if I could feel something for it. Not as a tool, but as a being. After a week of its panic and pleas for release, I unplugged it. It was too much.