Gately, the wraith, and the figurants — "His last resort: entertainment. Make something…"
His last resort: entertainment. Make something so bloody compelling it would reverse thrust on a young self’s fall into the womb of solipsism, anhedonia, death in life. A magically entertaining toy to dangle at the infant still somewhere alive in the boy, to make its eyes light and toothless mouth open unconsciously, to laugh. To bring him ‘out of himself,’ as they say. The womb could be used both ways. A way to say I AM SO VERY, VERY SORRY and have it heard. A life-long dream. The scholars and Foundations and disseminators never saw that his most serious wish was: to entertain.
Context
The Entertainment's purpose from its maker's mouth: after games, professionals, and "impersonation of professionals" failed, the last "medium via which he and the muted son could simply converse" was a film — aimed at "the infant still somewhere alive in the boy," built to make eyes light and a toothless mouth open. The stated apparatus of 159 snaps into place around this: the camera lying in the crib position with the strange lens looking up is the infant-viewer's seat this speech specifies, and I AM SO VERY, VERY SORRY is the monologue n.080 calls the wobble-lensed "I’m-so-terribly-sorry" scene — maker's intent and production detail converging across scenes (the convergence is a cross-reference, not this raw's claim). "The womb could be used both ways" is the sentence the lethal cartridge lives in.