The crowd stood mesmerized before the painting. Awed whispers. Hushed admiration. It was as if the grand master painter had come alive. In the strokes. The colors. The texture. Even the critics couldn’t tell the difference between the master’s originals and this new creation created centuries after his passing. Artificial Intelligence had won the day they cried. Robots would replace artists they sighed. But the naïve art student only smiled. Robots could learn the strokes, the moves, even replicate and combine it to create new creations. But the ability to see and sigh with beauty was still only human.