Hi Hi What should I do today? What do you feel like doing? I dont know. Thats why Im here.

Are you hungry? No Are you thirsty? No Do you need to go to therapy? Mmmm No. I think I want to walk. How about you go walk in the Mirror Garden? Yeah, the Mirror Garden, I could walk in there. Ok, bye. Youre really good at this. Thank you. Ok. A second man comes in, and our heroine begins to ask him the same questions. He doesnt want her help figuring out what to do with his day. Rather his goal is to divulge information that he finds extremely important. He is not happy all the time, like everyone else in the space station. He uses words she doesnt understand because she has never heard them. He wears clothes shes never seen (unlike the silver . Fuck, you guys are really doing it wrong here. He goes on to explain to our heroine about the extent to which her societys experience has been narrowed down using a glass of water on the table in between them. He pours out the water onto the table, which is made of tinfoil. The water puddles up and sits there. She is confused by this. Why did you do that?

Its not about the water its about what the fuck Im trying to tell you right now. As he starts to tell her about his people and the wonders of varied experience, she can only focus on the water on the table. She got the glass of water because she was thirsty and she never had seen it out like that. She tries to scoop it up with her hands and put it back into the glass, which doesnt work. Thirsty, she decides to lap it up. He realizes his words are having no effect, and instead gives her (some metaphysical object/experience) which (What this interaction means is that she will not be ready to hear the truth until an inspirational/life-changing event occurs) Later, in the bedroom, She is lying underneath the reflective blanket that covers her bed, which she shares with her life mate, a man she was programmed to be compatible with, and likewise he to her. Hes not very manly. She waits for him, lying on her side. He gets under the covers and scoots up behind her, assuming the spoon position. He shuffles something down under the covers, at which point robot arms approach the bed from each side and slip under the covers. The sounds are: mechanical buzzing gears droning out our protagonists awkward moans, which are at best approaching a whisper. (This scene introduces the ever-watchful all-ruling computer/mother) She goes to therapy, which is a narrow rectangular room, about the size of a coffin. She positions herself in the straps that suspend her, bringing her closer to a state of weightlessness and meditation. The mechanism itself is a searing beam of light projected directly onto the space civs face. The idea is that in order to keep the inhabitants of the space station under control, they unknowingly engage in virtual reality experiences that simulate the quest for power, fulfillment, or love. The word unknowingly is important because at the conclusion of every therapy session, the conscious memory of their experience is erased, leaving them only with the vague feeling of fulfillment. What makes our heroine special, and the reason we are following her around, is that she starts to consciously remember these experiences. As we start to see more of these experiences, we learn that they are all memories of the same 21st century male. Her first VR experience that we see is a young boy being showed how to use a baseball bat by an older man. This transitions into a young man busting up someones house with a baseball bat; we can assume this is the young boy years later. (Our heroine now knows what it is to have a penis) So heres where it gets sketchy for me. I know a few scenes that I want to have happen. One is where the mysterious man from earlier takes her to his rebel base, where everyone overreacts and swears too much. They have a bunch of junk from the present day that was probably floating through space that makes up their hideout.

They are the recently enlightened and want to spread the wonders of experience to all the oppressed people. (Im not sure yet, but I think there might be several of these space stations keeping people in existential stasis, possibly that started out as private companies) Our heroines next vicarious reality experience is that of falling in love. The scene is doused in yellow and bedsheets completely surround both characters, who are in love. Love is made/tenderness is expressed in a way that is clearly absent in our heroines relationship with her space civ soulmate. It is slowly revealed that the woman our heroine vicariously falls in love with is played by the same actress as herself. She comes back to the space station and makes out with her image in a mirror. She goes to confront the computer than oversees and maintains the space station for answers. (Should she have known fully about the computers existence as a conscious being with a voice? Or did the rebels tell her?) The mother computer is designed similarly to the therapy room, where one must lay with their face under a projected light, only this configuration contains no straps. The person who wishes to access the computer must lay on the floor. It resembles a large stalactite. The computer answers all of her questions, and is nice sounding, but tells our heroine that it knows what shes been up to. The computer proceeds to sear out her eyes with the beam of light. Blinded, our heroine wanders through the mirror garden, blind. Theres no one else here right now, which is confirmed when no one answers her calls. She is drawn through the maze by the faint sound of music. Thinking she has located the source in one of the mirror walls, she puts her face up against it. A hole opens up next to her face and sprays her with gas that attacks her immune system, making her nose flood with mucus. Someone else comes into the scene. Hes whimpering. We can see from his piece of flair that this is her life mate. His face is blown up with exploding boils, and he cant communicate. He approaches her in a menacing way. She shouts out, Whos that?, and then deduces from his familiar voice who he might be. Since they dont have names, she asks, Is that you? It doesnt particularly matter, she just needs to tell whoever is there about her situation. Since she doesnt know what eyes are, or the word see, she screams, Everythings Gone," over and over. A wide angle allows this last interaction, from the partners entrance, to unfold slowly, emphasizing the ridiculousness of the scene. This is the last time we see her. The end is our heroines vicarious counterpart in an office building conference room making a deal for a lot of money. Hes looking out the window at the sky at first, then is brought back by a clich reask of a question the audience hasnt heard yet. *virtual reality/vicarious reality During the more intense performance scenes, the awkwardness and heavily directed nature of our heroines behavior is shattered.