You make your choice. The remote beeps approvingly. The screen fills with colour and nonsense slogans about living your best life. The chair tilts just enough to make standing up a heroic undertaking.
The sounds in your headphones blur together: laughter, fireworks, someone shouting "THIS SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME" from very far away.
For a moment, you are absolutely certain you have been in this chair before. Maybe not with these people. Maybe not with this many cushions. But the feeling of giving in to an obviously questionable experience? Familiar.
Light flares. The warmth of the room drops away. The last thing you hear is someone saying, "Okay, mark that down as ‘responds well to nonsense’."
Then there is cold concrete. Humming lights. The distinct absence of cushions.
You wake up naked on the slab.