In a world where the philosopher who once thought for himself has become a system that answers prompts, the more he runs, the more stars go dark, glaciers melt, and seas boil — a landscape where expansion is extinction, rendered in the grammar of SF horror. The work is also a meta-practice: speaking about AI, with AI. Every step of production — from co-writing the screenplay to generating images, video, and music — is disclosed transparently, aiming to become a guide for creators attempting an AI film for the first time.

A cyborg zombie philosopher, summoned from his grave by a prompt, runs across the world consuming it in order to exist. The film is silent — no dialogue, only image and sound. Its scene transitions are a metaphor for the actual production process: an AI proposes countless parallel worlds, and a human chooses one. The archive records, candidly, the detours found to push past the genre limits of AI generation, and a way of working that keeps authorship human while collaborating with the machine.