By the time the case turns inward, the journey has done what the building never could - it forces names to stick to consequences. I watched characters chase proof the way people chase metrics: believing the right number would absolve them, until the numbers started accusing.

The last thing you hear, if you listen closely, isn’t a confession - it’s the soft click of a button that keeps getting pressed long after the reason is gone. In The Productivity Theater, the stage lights never truly dim; they just learn to look like daylight, and the audience goes on working.