Interface plot
Imagine that there is always a screen between your own face and the outside world. That you have never seen your lover's face or your own eyes in the mirror. From the protagonist's perspective, the viewer is confronted with the complex effects that screens and surveillance have on our bodies and identities. Where does the screen - or interface - through which we perceive the world begin and where does it end? Will our phones stop? With cameras that record and track our movements? Or will it just stop implanting chips in our brains that make augmented reality possible?