Among the crowd aboard the Sydney Starship, a group of thirtysomething men with carefully tousled hair hold champagne flutes and exchange niceties with one another as their statuesque partners - washed in neon blue light - disinterestedly gaze across the water towards the lights of the drizzling city nightscape.

All around them TV monitors and friendly demonstrators both wait patiently at the menu screen. In the background, a celebrated Australian DJ plays velvet-smooth house music.

Into this otherwise ordinary scene lumbers a young man in a costume. His loud outfit is composed of a red shirt and blue overalls, workman’s boots, a red cap and white gloves. He’s wearing an oversized mask. He can’t see where he’s going.

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