In 2012, I came to AI through philosophy,through mind and knowledge, what thinks and what can feel.Since then I cross borders, science, art, strategy,a ferryman between worlds, smuggling in the real.

Co-humanism: holding out a hand to the machine,another intelligence, a sister made of matter,tamed slowly, the way one learns a foreign tongue.

Two smokes rise up and cloud our sight:fantasy that blazes, reassurance fast asleep.Between them runs a path along the rampart’s height:to wonder and to reason, and both of them to keep.

Thirty-six stones laid down, a game of the highest rank,nothing inhuman yet upon the goban’s wooden flank.

A stone falls that no human would have played,and the machine astonishes the hands by which it was made.After Copernicus, Darwin and Freud, the fourth woundsplits our pride to the bone, and no stitch holds it bound.

The machine paints.

My first book tells the story of a birth:the creativity of machines, its first steps, its worth,and what it awakens, in return, in ours.

Whispering in the ear of machines is the craft of precision:each word you add sharpens the vision.Hyperprompt hands everyone its grammar.

“Humanity-earthquake, our ambitions never sleep”:drones, empires, and the race to superintelligence,where everyone mistakes speed for evidence.

Europe can stand against the single road of metal.Forge trust.Give our AIs an education, so that their petals,aligned with humanity, become the soil of our co-abundance.

I photograph none of them: I write them.

The machine gives birth to the images, my gaze turns them into works,gathered by a museum built between two shores: L’Entremonde.

Open worlds, whose sap anyone can take up again:a story sends out branches, each branch a seed being born,and whoever wishes grafts on: this is arborescent creation.

Around the model, the harness weaves the memory of a craft,and the machine becomes a companion, the steady hand of the workshop.

With Hypervibe, that harness opens to everyone:whoever carries an idea can give it form and watch it come alive,and creating becomes again what it should always have been: a freedom.

In Paris and Lyon, two communities, free and without a master:researchers, developers and the curious think general AI even as they watch it being born.

A network this powerful must learn to align.

At the Senate, a colloquium, a resolution, and in July 2026 the report on alignment:to hell with the Thirty Glorious Years, here we are in the Five Furious ones.May power, in the fire of summer, learn tenderness,and may we roar the power of wisdom.

The telescope opened the infinitely large, the microscope the infinitely small.AI will be the deeposcope: the infinitely complex, the living, the mind.