Scene: The Leadership Struggle in the Infinite Hall
As the flat-earthers stumble through the maze of mirrors, a palpable sense of frustration builds. The constant shifting of the walls and floors, their own fragmented reflections, and the inability to "prove" their beliefs have left them in an increasingly chaotic state. Each flat-earther has begun to stake a claim as the true leader of their movement.
Fred (the self-appointed "visionary"): “I have it! It’s simple. We just need to concentrate and focus on the flatness. The world has been lying to us for centuries, but the truth is clear. I can feel it. The straight lines, the edges. We’ve just got to get our minds right!”
Fred stands tall, projecting confidence, but as he does so, his reflection multiplies around him—each version of him standing at a different angle, casting conflicting shadows. His arms are outstretched, but in one reflection, they are contorted unnaturally, like a puppet on strings.
Susan (doubtfully): “Focus? Fred, we’ve been trying to focus for hours, and all we’re doing is getting lost in endless mirrors. Look around! This is proof—the universe is mocking us. It’s not a flat Earth; it’s the illusion of one! This place… it’s a joke!”
Dave (furiously flipping through a distorted, warping map): “Susan, you’re wrong! You’re so wrong! If you just understand the science of it all, you’ll see that this reality is designed to confuse us. It’s the spherical truth’s last gasp! We just need a real map. This one’s just… warped by the globalists!”
Dave stares at his map—each time he looks down, it has transformed. In one mirror, the map shows a flat world, but in another, the map appears crumpled and torn. Each iteration is a hopelessly distorted version of the same design.
Fred (with growing conviction): “Listen! The great leaders of flat-earthism have been fighting for this moment for decades. I’m the chosen one. I will lead you all out of this maze, if you just follow my example!”
Fred steps forward confidently, but his own reflection continues to stretch further into impossible angles. As he moves, the reflections grow increasingly bizarre—some Freds are walking upside down, others spinning in slow motion, while one version of Fred stands perfectly still, staring vacantly at a mirror that isn’t even there.
Fred: “See?! The truth is all around us. The world can’t hide from us anymore.”
Susan (laughing bitterly): “The truth? Fred, you’re lost. You’re all lost. The Earth isn’t flat, and neither is the universe. It’s all just distorted—just like us. You think this is some grand plan, but it’s all an illusion we’ve created to shield ourselves from the chaos. The mirrors don’t lie.”
The mirrors shimmer in response, shifting between illusions of perfect symmetry and total distortion. As Susan speaks, the space around her elongates into an infinite corridor. She stumbles, then catches herself, but the more she tries to focus, the more fractured and absurd the reflections become. There’s no way to focus anymore—it’s all too slippery, too abstract.
Dave (yelling desperately): “NO! This is a set-up! The truth is out there—beyond the mirrors. All of you are too distracted by the distractions to see it!”
Scene: The Battle for the “True” Truth
The arguments grow louder, more desperate. The flat-earthers begin to divide, each vying for control over the "correct" version of reality. But instead of making progress, they get more lost—more entangled in their reflections. The line between self-assurance and self-doubt becomes increasingly blurred.
Fred: “We can’t let this place control us! We must push through—break the mirrors! Tear down the walls!”
Fred charges at one of the mirrors, but as he does, it shifts and folds into an entirely new version of himself—he’s now standing in front of a giant image of himself, arms raised in victory, while his original self is caught in the reflection, trapped in an endless loop. Fred’s confusion mounts as he swings back and forth, trying to get free, but his reflection keeps mimicking his every move. He tries to scream but finds his mouth sealed by an invisible force.
Susan (grinning with grim irony): “It’s happening, Fred. You’ve become the reflection. You’re stuck in the system now. It’s always been like this—no one can escape.”
Susan steps forward and, with a sudden jolt, disappears into the reflections. Her reflection seems to remain, but in the mirror she’s replaced by something—someone else. Her attempt to confront the absurdity of her own belief collapses into an even greater absurdity: she’s vanished, and now it’s only an endless stream of reflections in every direction.
Dave (pounding the floor): “Stop pretending! There’s a true way! The Earth is flat! Flat—I swear!”
As Dave shouts, the space around him starts to spiral outwards. His voice echoes, and his words seem to lose their meaning—repeating in endless circles, swirling around him as if his very words are being sucked into the abyss of the hall. The more he tries to shout his truth, the more the space distorts around him—until, finally, the echoes fade.
Scene: Surrender to the Absurdity
After what feels like an eternity of struggle, the flat-earthers finally begin to lose their grasp on reality. The kaleidoscope world has devoured their sense of self-certainty. They are now nothing but fragmented reflections, chasing after an ever-elusive "truth" in a world where nothing is stable. They drift into a kind of surrender, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all—knowing that the more they cling to their belief, the more absurd it becomes.
Fred (exhausted, staring at his reflection): “Maybe… maybe the Earth is flat… but this place isn’t. This is something else. This is… it’s not about the Earth at all, is it?”
Susan (her voice distant): “No. It’s about us. It’s about how we… we can’t escape what we’ve made. We’ve built this maze, Fred. We’ve built it together.”
Dave (sinking into a reflection of himself, laughing softly): “We thought we were right… but all along, we were just chasing our own tails. Or maybe our own reflections.”
They all collapse into the shifting, impossibly infinite world of mirrors. No answers, just fragments, distorting as they dance around each other—lost in their own beliefs, swallowed by the reflection of their own absurdity.
Satirical Themes:
The Tyranny of Certainty: The more the flat-earthers cling to their "truth," the more it drives them into a space where they can’t see anything but their own fractured, distorted reflections. The satire here plays on how individuals and groups can become trapped in their own ideological bubbles—losing sight of reality while becoming more and more committed to their delusions.
The Absurdity of "Truth": In this space, the very idea of a single, fixed truth becomes laughable. The flat-earthers’ unwavering pursuit of a "correct" worldview is undermined by the environment, which doesn’t allow for such rigidity. This serves as a critique of how people sometimes insist on their own "truth" even when reality refuses to cooperate.
The Inevitable Breakdown: When their beliefs break down, there’s a moment of recognition—they were never really pursuing truth at all, but rather a comfortable illusion. This can be seen as a metaphor for how ideologies, when taken to extremes, inevitably collapse into absurdity.
The flat-earthers’ struggle and eventual surrender to the kaleidoscopic world highlight how adherence to rigid worldviews can lead to absurdity and self-destruction. Their failure to adapt to the constant shifts in their environment symbolises the danger of ideological inflexibility and the mockery of "absolute truth" in a world full of complexities and contradictions.