Flashing words and lights overlay the image, going around and around and around. People begin trying to leave, only to realise they can’t. All of the exits are blocked. And then the speakers, previously silent once the screen had changed, begin to play binaurals, subliminal messages woven through every beat.

There is no escape for the people in the cinema.

Gradually, one by one, they Fall. They Drop. They Sink, deeper and deeper, giving in to the flashing, to the words, to the binaurals. To the conditioning that they Cannot Escape.

And soon, they no longer want to escape. They want to stay there, in that mind-numbing trance, drifting and dripping and dropping for their master, for the spiral, for the words, for the sounds.

And then the workers come in, blank and dazed expressions that no-one in the room can gather the awareness to register over the need to serve.