What might the future of art look like if we acknowledged the bastards of art and technology as heirs of this tradition, and accepted that even a plotter drawing rendered by a robot might make us cry? I don't remember the first time a digital artwork made me cry, but of the many times it has happened, I remember a few quite clearly. Instead, it is situated at that "intersection of art and technology" like an unwanted child claimed by neither of its parents, failing to elicit interest as either art or technology.