Sam is in a dark place. The voice of Panopticon comes from offstage.


Sam: What is this place?

Panopticon: A prison!

Sam: I'm talking to a dang prison? Why am I here?

Panopticon: You were arrested for talking to yourself. That's disturbing the peace.

Sam: If you're a figure of my imagination, how come you're patronizing me and not playing along with my psyhcosis?

Panopticon: Why should I? That's not my job.

Sam: You're not answering my question! What are you?

Panopticon: I'm a prison. I'm circular with cells arranged around a central well, from which prisoners an at all times be observed. I'm a structure.       Panopticon.

Sam: So you're watching me?

Panopticon: I might be.

Sam:  Do you even exist? I'd rather be kicked in the head. How do I get rid of you?

Panopticon: Wait for legislation, the pills to come. Or... just try an forget... (evil laughter)