DTC (on est bien)

Four individuals each clung to a speaker on their body, through which GPS voices come out (generated by text-to-speech software), monotone and dehumanized, naively performing the Genesis of humanity. A disturbing and perhaps comical disconnect emerges between the cold neutrality of the virtual voices and these four entirely organic bodies, so that it is no longer clear who is driving whom. These four people do not claim to tell a truthful Genesis: they claim to play, or rather, to have played for them, a Genesis that they desperately need. Thus, they carry their own first and last names within the melodrama. For little by little, it is indeed a melodrama that unfolds. These unfinished original creatures, carrying flaws, invented as if solely to legitimize the existence of four people brimming with primary romanticism, go through endless heartbreaks.