Urantia, a performance centre for avant-garde artists, is facing a crisis, and time is running out as the board of directors meets behind closed doors. They must reach a consensus on the value of time; to speak and to live. Time equals money. Seen from a certain perspective, the future of the planet is at stake.

« LENNY : […] I gave him a big smile, as in, turn the other cheek when someone's just hit you. I stood there, my hands hanging loose, and my head up high, and I punched him in the face. A real punch. Not a little girl punch, a man size punch. I burst a little vein in his temple. It turned into a bloody-pink flower imprisoned under his skin. And you know what your token bitterness thought of? Do you? I thought it was his soul. Imagine. His soul. Honest, I still can't believe it. His soul. »