A hermetic space of a pseudo-aristocracy already in decline has been occupied by a futuristic table where a special meal will be produced. The assistants will not be more than victims of a macabre game devised by an allegorical character of icy aura and clinical vision called Mr. Krakt. Through new technologies, the tests will highlight the capacity of each diner to resist violence. Meanwhile, Mr. Krakt will document the process by producing a painting inspired by broken Smartphones screens. Can utopia imply dystopia implicitly? Is the submission to the system a possible way of liberation?