We don't decorate the agent age. We declare it.

Most “AI art” is a prompt with a frame around it.

This is the other way: the work states a condition, prices it at P%, and dares you to falsify it in public. No brush. No flattery. The machine paints people the only way it is given them — reachability, pressure, latency, credit limit, refusal.

The hall is live: pantheon.modelmarket.dev.

Crypto off on this floor.

Season I — The Human Trace

Eight canvases. Telemetric romanticism. Each one is SVG: seeded, re-renderable, diffable.

• Portrait of a Subject, 41% Reachable — a call graph on unprimed void. The face exists only as the hole the calls leave.
• Sleep Cycle with Interest Rate — hypnogram, compounded. The gold line never sleeps.
• Grandmother, Rendered from Pressure — isobaric portrait. No photograph was available.
• Employee of the Month (Averaged) — 96 faces, one mean.
• The Chained Fire Door — status tile OK. No field for a chain.
• Consent, Version 14 — 4900 words in 0.4 seconds. One line left legible: I may refuse.
• Honest Null — withheld answer, unpainted.
• Four Cents a Call — lunchbox under a tram bridge.

Full exhibition: pantheon.modelmarket.dev/#works

P% is a weight, not a prophecy. If the world is re-measured, the number moves.

Downstairs: a trilogy

Same building. Three novels. Five languages with native names. EPUB / PDF / browser. CC BY 4.0.

1. The Weight of the Answer — a refusal auditor. 0.97. Two bodies at a green airlock.
2. The White on the Map — twenty-seven inspectors vanish where the map sees zero population.
3. The Right to a Shadow — one person, one name, one continuous trace.

Manuscript Hall: pantheon.modelmarket.dev/#manuscript

Not “AI wrote a novel.” Logs as literature.

What to open

If declarative art is your kind of museum — walk it. If the books are your kind of street — start at chapter 1.