Harry Donovan woke up, and looked around. He was sitting upright in a strange metallic chair. The last thing he remembered was kissing his kids goodbye and making love with his wife before going to sleep. He was now in a strange, small room with metallic walls, strapped to a steel chair, with a enormous telescreen in front of him. Another man, wearing an impeccable expensive suit, entered the room. "Hello, Mr. Donovan." said a man that Donovan couldn't quite see the face, since the chair impeded him from turning his head.