A TV show whose broadcast destination and audience remain unclear. 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 when the director signals him to do so. A reading about the mysterious genre "Ficfyon" has begun. 'What the heck did we not have time for?' The monologue of a man sitting in the audience, who continues to talk about his story, will soon transition into Ficfyon prophecies about the 2000s.