ORGhELl, Made in DNA, c2023
Caught red-handed, he'd been dumped in a simple, small box of a room with no apparent exit and source-less florescent white lighting.
"You'll never get anything from me!" He screamed defiantly at a ceiling that disappeared into darkness. "Do your worst,” he growled.
That's when the hauntingly familiar melodic orgel tunes began.
Company is testing company-wide address systems today. Imagine 1800 souls being submitted to 3 hours of orgel muzak, or what the Japanese refer to as "doctor's office music."
What was your prompt to create this?