Behold, the Fractal Plates.
Gentlemen, the Plates are among us.
Truly, these are the Plates of legend.
I fear for the plates. Is it safe?
What hath man wrought?
Who am I to approach these plates?
Why do they ridicule these objets d'art?
Yea, the Plates shall defend themselves and reveal the baselessness of these accusations.
(sung to the tune of The Beverly Hillbillies theme)
"Binary clay, Fractal fire
With machines like these
We can all retire"
In the marathon of art, the machine never wins. But only the best can beat it.