A small hole in a counter, crudely drilled, of unknown origin, possibly left behind from when the space was still a stamp factory. The show takes the flaw as its starting point. Fog rises from the opening. Above it, a scanned and 3D-printed body bent over the hole, its joints articulated, its surface white. Across the room, an old cucumber variety grows inside sealed glass pill capsules, real but pre-shaped by the container. A quadruped robot moves through the space with a thermal camera on its back; visitors appear on monitors as accumulating heat silhouettes. Nearby, a series of server-rack frames in raw aluminium hold large-format image fragments, photographic and generated. Upstairs, a walk-in architecture run by an AI that responds to movement with light and sound, its answers dripping from a tap in morse code. Further along, an e-guitar in a wig holds a single distorted note, triggered by a motion sensor and slowly fading as one leaves the show.