Modernity Bias

Jack Allison was curled up on the floor of the production van, rocking back and forth and hyperventilating, thinking of a better life than this. “It’s all wrong man, this is all wrong. I can’t do this man.” He croaked on the verge of tears. The van door was open and daylight filtered through the leaves of the giant oak onto Jack’s puddled form. “Jack..” Came a patient voice and he knew his producer Van had knelt beside him, half in the open van door and half out. “Look at me.” Jack felt his face in gentle hands move until his watery eyes met Van's. “You can. And you have to, we don’t have very many fans anymore. We have to land this, the exposure could be immeasurable. ” “It just feels wrong man. This isn’t my life, this can’t be my life. Shooting these fucking videos for only thousands of views? Thousands of dollars? I barely make rent. My body is falling apart man, I—” Jack broke out into heavy sobs, and through the glassy haze of his tears saw Van stand up and throw his hands exasperatedly, and soon Dr. Fuzz—part production assistant, part traveling therapist—was at his side. “Shhh, shhh, shhh. It’s okay Jack.” “It’s not okay Fuzz, this is not my life. Doing this shit? It’s not my life, it can’t be it—“ “No, Jack. Those are called intrusive thoughts, remember? Remember what we developed to handle intrusive thoughts?” “Bacon-wrap the thoughts?” “Bacon-wrap the thoughts, that’s right. Gobble it up.” At Fuzz’s prompting Jack chomped down on an imaginary food. Satisfied, Dr. Fuzz clapped Jack on the shoulder. “Now let’s get out there and do a show.“ In a few moments, Jack found himself on his feet and trekking across the church’s parking lot with the crew. Once inside he excused himself to the bathroom and cleaned up as much as he could. When he had finished with that he put on the suit hanging for him off one of the stalls and departed. He reconvened with his crew in the lobby and as they began the short walk into the main area of the church, he was stopped by a man in a suit who was lurking by the entrance.