A TV show whose broadcast station and audience remain unclear. In a strange room where recording and editing take place, a middle‑aged gentleman, resembling a wax figure, sits on a turntable and grabs the microphone as the director signals him to do so. A reading about the mysterious genre “Ficfyon” begins, and a speaker in the audience exclaims, “What the heck did we not have time…”. The man’s monologue, continuing to narrate his story, soon shifts into Ficfyon prophecies about the 2000s.
