Someday robots may take over the world. The dystopian possibilities don’t trouble me like the probable rise of art-making machines. Art is, arguably, what most distinguishes humans from the rest of creation. It is the thing that makes us proudest of ourselves. For all of the nastiness of human history, at least we wrote some really good plays and songs and carved some good sculptures. If human beings are no longer needed to make art, then what the hell would we be for?