Adam and Eve as estranged modern consumers on a tropical shore. They face each other and see nothing, he with his phone and his fast-food bag, she with her branded coffee cup. The title plays on disconnected and on dis-connect-two.

At Adam's feet lie a crucifix, a Buddha, and a bitten apple, the wisdom of West, East, and origin, all of it discarded, with a serpent coiled around the cross. Eve stands beside ancestral vessels and effigies, the silent witnesses of cultures overwritten by conquest and commerce. Behind them a Spanish caravel sails in at golden hour, an oil rig drills the sea, a submerged car sinks, and the clouds take the shape of cultural ghosts beneath Mars and Venus.

Above, in the trefoil, a glowing pyramid holds a camera eye and a pixelated question mark. The letters a, s, and i orbit it, for Artificial Super Intelligence and for así, like that in Spanish, a shrug at fate.