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Platoons of the latest replicas of Banksy roam the landscape, led by General Clone Banksy, a talentless nobody who once found a sample of Banksy DNA on an empty spray can. A rowdy gang of Tracey Emins wrestle half a dozen dazed Andy Warhols to the ground. IT IS THE FUTURE AND ALL FORMS OF ART ARE FREE. Perfect replicas exist of every masterpiece ever created, artworks and ideas are stolen from the mind before they're even created. Copyright or ownership is meaningless. Artists have realised that their own identity is the only thing they can own or control to spread their infamy, they recruit fans to become copies of themselves: FLESH-WORTH is all that matters. One final piece of uncorrupted art remains, yet to be copied: a living story told by Neonate Muses and exploited by Mr Shine, the bastard child of the apocalypse. Arm yourself with Weaponised Art and explore the notions of open-source myth. What are intellectual rights worth in a decomposing culture? Featuring full archival material from FoolishPeople's performance run of Dead Language at the Institute of Contemporary Arts in 2007.