They know what to do to speed up the reaction. Neon pulsations to speed satisfaction. Close your eyes. Meet the new girl as she looks upon the other in its taut social bondage, suspended with head curled backward toward toes and unworthy of pronouns. Chests expand and contract in autopilot, apart and hungry for a sliver of sensation while they stand in a ragged circle six feet away, watching. Is it conscious? Does that matter for their purposes? Biting the foil wrapped ‘round tingles more than iron flowing in skins. Hot and synthetic, creation of tremors ‘til the prophet rises to impart some moral. It is missed upon me as I startle when they turn their backs in unison. Twelve eyes, two more covered, and mine on coals now, waiting in the dark, frozen in the sight, shining and concerned that they see their reflection. She realizes that she is outside this circle and I see her expression change as one more viewer becomes a participant. One more step forward and it becomes consent. The fascination is too much to protest. 

How are you sure of what is real on this stage? How sure are you that this is not the stage? Immersive experiences are trending. Investment in manipulation of (many) others’ uncertainty shall always pay off in the end for those that understand how to capture attention.