Ambient Intelligence: Anicka Yi

Floating machines explore.

The sound arrives first, humming: a low, continuous whirl.

Then the form—suspended above me, buoyant, and wondrously whimsical.

It does not move with a purpose I can name. Its path curves, adjusts, holds, then shifts again, as if responding to conditions I cannot fully perceive. There is no clear task, no destination, no visible instruction. The machine d…