Albert Turing lights a candle on an ancient iron candlestick holder and begins the tour, leaving behind what looks like a pile of paperwork on–parchment? That stuff from ancient Egypt? Some old yellow Luddite historic chunky paper, anyway. It’s probably the Declaration of Independence he’s just burned.
‘Caravaggio, Da Vinci, Matisse, Bruegel,’ he says, tossing his fingers towards paintings on each wall. ‘Man-made, child, all of it. Art is impossible to synthesise.’
They’re cool paintings, I guess. I’m surprised they haven’t been looted earlier. People got desperate, I heard, when hyperinflation went out of control. Cash became only as valuable as paper; cryptocurrency was just ones and zeros in a server somewhere. Non-fungible token values plummeted; hundreds of millions of people went b
