Beneath the radiant hum of retrofitted mythology, Drone Fountain captures the sovereign stillness between memory and machine. The image, part of the Drones of Suburbia (Roma) AI film series, depicts a woman seated in ceremonial repose beside a fountain reprogrammed by swarm logic.
Above her, a neon-lit drone relic hovers in beatific surveillance, its light not condemning, but illuminating. The word SUBURBIA blazes behind her—no longer a place of exile, but of emergence.
Her dress, sculpted in neural folds of AI-generated fabric, evokes the floral violence of both baptism and resistance. She is Madonna and motherboard. Oracle and offspring. The circuitry on her head is not a crown, but a transmitter—tuned to a new frequency of prayer.
This fountain, reimagined, is no longer a site for coins and religious longing. It is now a temple of encrypted wishes—where data becomes devotion, and water becomes code.
In Drone Fountain, Rome’s baroque past is liquefied into an autonomous future.
The fountain does not remember emperors.
It remembers us—the women who did not kneel.
