A dark cloud of remembered pain passes swiftly across the cerulean imperiousness of MAP s previously untroubled gaze. There s a sudden shift of focus as the viewer is vouchsafed a vision of some point in time, past or future. What seems like a wheeled camera dolly, carrying the equipment for the making of a film, is descried hurtling through successive anciently dirty and derelict tunnels alternating with gleamingly modern and technologically sophisticated tunnel environments containing people in barely descryable poses and costumes. It s a journey through MAP s mind, a MAP mind, rather than a mind map, and a camera dolly hurtles on its wheels until a scene appears of MAP being tortured by Subverters in a Medieval dungeon environment with barbaric implements and machinery that the Subverter personnel familiar from the pictures pinned to the wallspace of the lab are employing.