The attaché wets the recliner
The medical attaché, at their apartment, is still viewing the unlabelled cartridge, which he has rewound to the beginning several times and then configured for a recursive loop. He sits there, attached to a congealed supper, watching, at 0020h., having now wet both his pants and the special recliner.
Context
2 April YDAU, twenty past midnight. The first on-screen victim of the Entertainment has done the one thing that makes it permanent: rigged the cartridge to repeat. "Recursive loop" is the book's exact phrase, and from here on the samizdat is never just a film — it's a loop with a person inside it.