It's the near-future: angelic and demonic forces are trying to influence the destiny of siblings Darren and Leandré.
But Darren and Leandré are not controllable. Not easily – they are individualistic, unruly, passionate, each in their own way.
Different and real.
Leandré takes charge of Darren. "What was that all about?"
"Sis, you know me; I'm a philosophical guy," he drawls.
"Oh, right."
They glare. Behind smoky AR glasses, they can't see each other's eyes. But there's still a charge – a sense of unspoken history flashing between them.
"Put your mask on."
"Why? I didn't wear one on stage."
"Because it's socially responsible."
"But it's just for show. The virus isn't transmissible till thirty-six hours after symptoms develop. No one here has got Ahinitoo." (Which is how most of the world had gotten to pronouncing A(H1N2).)
"Well…we're in show business – we certainly are now, going by what you just did. Put your mask on."