At the left we can see...

At the right we can see the...

...the head-snarlers

Everything is safe.

Perfectly safe.

Emo?

Watch out!

Are you hurt?

I don't think so.

You?

I'm Ok.

Get up.

Emo, it's not safe here.

Let's go.

What's next?

You'll see!

Emo.

This way.

Follow me!

Hurry Emo!

You're not paying attention!

I just want to answer the...

...phone.

Emo, look,

I mean listen.

You have to learn to listen.

This is not some game.

You, I mean we,

we could easily die out here.

Listen,

listen to the sounds of the machine.

Listen to your breathing.

Well, don't you ever get tired of this?

Tired?!?

Emo, the machine is like clockwork.

One move out of place...

...and you're ground to a pulp.

But isn't it -

Pulp, Emo!

Is that what you want, pulp?

Emo, your goal in life...

...pulp?

Emo, close your eyes.

Why?

- Now!

Ok.

Good.

What do you see at your left side, Emo?

Nothing.

- Really?

No, nothing at all.

And at your right,

what do you see at your right side, Emo?

The same Proog, exactly the same...

...nothing!

- Great.

Listen Proog! Do you hear that!

Can we go here?

There?

It isn't safe, Emo.

But...

- Trust me, it's not.

Maybe I could...

No.

NO!

Any further questions, Emo?

No.

Emo?

Emo, why...

Emo...

...why can't you see

the beauty of this place?

The way it works.

How perfect it is.

No, Proog, I don't see.

I don't see because there's nothing there.

And why should I trust my

life to something that isn't there?

Well can you tell me that?

Answer me!

Proog...

...you're a sick man!

Stay away from me!

No! Emo! It's a trap!