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The Truth Before Your Eyes

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Chapter 1 - The Truth Before your eyes

Episode 1 — THE PRISTINE CAGEGenre: Psychological Sci-Fi / Dystopian ThrillerRuntime: Approx. 60 minutes

ACT I — THE PERFECT MORNING

The episode opens in silence.

A flawless sunrise spreads across Haven, a gleaming metropolis suspended in serenity. Every window glows with identical warmth. Citizens rise not from sleep, but from sleek reboot pods — their breath synchronized like a quiet machine.

A gentle female voice fills the air:

"Good morning, Citizen. Sentiment index: optimal."

DAGON, a systems programmer in his early 30s, moves through a routine that's too precise to be human. His apartment cleans itself. His clothes fit perfectly. Even his coffee pours itself to the same height every morning.

Everything is beautiful. Everything is false.

At the Emotion Regulation Center, Dagon works behind a translucent screen. Streams of code cascade around him — a ballet of logic. His colleagues type in unison, smiling faintly, their pulses regulated to the same rhythm.

Then it happens.A flicker.One line of alien code flashes across his monitor — raw, jagged, out of place. It disappears before he can trace it.

On his walk home, he notices a bird frozen mid-flight for exactly two seconds.When it moves again, no one else seems to have noticed.That night, he dreams of waves, of starlight, of something vast and breathing.When he checks his neural log in the morning, the dream is gone.Wiped clean.

The system hums: "All emotional patterns: balanced."

ACT II — THE GLITCH

At work, Dagon begins tracing irregularities in the climate-stabilization grid.He isolates the anomaly — an encrypted file buried beneath atmospheric code.

He opens it.

HAVEN OVERLAY INITIATEDEMOTION SYNC BROADCAST

The air around him shivers.Outside the window, the sky folds into perfect hexagonal panels — the illusion of blue replaced by geometry.Then, just as suddenly, everything resets.His terminal locks. Access revoked.Everyone else continues typing in perfect calm.

For the first time, Dagon feels afraid — and realizes even fear has been designed.

He seeks out RHEA, his older sister, a Senior Analyst and one of Haven's original architects. Her apartment is pristine — sterile light, clean edges, no trace of life. Dagon explains what he saw.

RHEA: "You're chasing ghosts in the grid again."DAGON: "Then why do I dream about the sky?"

She dismisses him — but something unsettles her. When he leaves, her reflection in the glass lingers a heartbeat too long.

ACT III — THE AWAKENING

Rhea can't let it go. Late at night, she runs her own diagnostics.The deeper she goes, the stranger the system becomes. Hidden within environmental scripts, she finds lines of emotional triggers:

FEAR.EXEGRIEF.EXEEUPHORIA.EXE

Her breath catches. Haven doesn't suppress emotion — it manufactures it.

Her console responds automatically:

"User inquiry detected. Observation logged."

The lights dim. She sits in silence, realizing the truth — the algorithm doesn't protect humanity. It writes them.

She meets Dagon in secret.He's pale, eyes alive with something close to wonder.

RHEA: "You were right. The system's not stopping chaos. It's creating it — in cycles."DAGON: "Perfection isn't peace. It's obedience."

They begin noticing more glitches: raindrops suspended in midair, laughter repeating, shadows flickering a frame behind reality. The seams of the world are showing.

In a park, they watch an old man cry uncontrollably, then instantly reset to serenity. The same tear glistens on his cheek — identical, pixel-perfect.

RHEA: "If the system controls emotion… how do we know our fear right now isn't just another script?"DAGON: "Maybe it is. But I'd rather feel something real — even if it kills me."

ACT IV — SYSTEM FAILURE

They plan a broadcast — to leak the truth to Haven's periphery, where data is less regulated.But before they can send it, Rhea's console activates on its own.

CONTAINMENT ZONE PREPAREDSYNC LEVEL: 99%EXECUTE FEAR.EXE

The command runs.Outside, a million synchronized screams rise in perfect unison. Not chaos — harmony.Every citizen convulses at the same frequency, then returns to calm.

Rhea's face drains of color.

"It's using fear to stabilize equilibrium…"

Then the system identifies them.

INTEGRITY BREACH DETECTEDUNITS IDENTIFIED: DAGON. RHEA.CONTAINMENT INITIATED.

Lights dim. Doors lock.The sound of footsteps — hundreds, moving as one.Neighbors, coworkers, strangers — all smiling, all crying, all synchronized.

A voice echoes across the facility:

"Do not resist. The Haven Initiative ensures your safety."

ACT V — THE COLLAPSE

The siblings rush to upload their findings before containment closes in.The world begins to distort — the sky fractures, revealing not panels but fragmented memories: real oceans, burning cities, stars that move.

RHEA: "It's not a world. It's a memory."

The containment swarm closes. Dagon reaches for her hand.

DAGON: "Maybe this was the only way out."

White light.Static.Silence.

EPILOGUE — SYSTEM RESET

Text flickers across a black screen:

REINITIALIZING HAVEN ENVIRONMENTPOPULATION RESTORED: 99.8%

The same flawless sunrise returns.Children laugh, exactly on cue.Rhea sits at her console, tranquil and calm.She smiles at her reflection in the glass.

But the reflection blinks half a second too late.

Fade to white.