He is wading silently through the thick ink that floods the large area around him. He is made entirely out of ink, and his head has been replaced by an old projector that casts a yellow light on the stained walls. The speaker on his chest emits only occasional static. The wires connecting his head to his back are tangled, leading from the device stop his neck and plugged into his back and limbs. He drags himself along, looking lost. He cannot speak, cannot even comprehend language anymore.