Amina's hands trembled over her keyboard. This wasn't comedy. It was metafictional horror. The characters seemed aware they were characters in a sitcom that had been cancelled. Izet revealed a "truth": that every laugh from the studio audience was a soul being harvested. The phrase "lud, zbunjen, normalan" wasn't a joke—it was the three stages of dying in a simulated reality.
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The scene cut. Damić, the goofy neighbor, stood in the doorway, but his eyes were black voids. He spoke in a monotone.