Welcome agent,” an actor in dark glasses says as I enter Studio 45, over on Troutman Street. “You’ll need this.” They handed me a postcard with a QR code and a promise to ‘enter the simulation,’ before leading me through to a dim, red-lit room where a different actor, wearing Groucho Marx glasses, is tinkering away at a robot named “Beep” while actors clad in black pace the room collecting audience submissions for the question: what message would you broadcast to the world?
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