Is a keyed-up vision of science fiction run amok, a chilling and dystopian view of a technological and militaristic future. Bizrere insect-like puppets, constructed from coffee cans, plastic cones and other throw-aways, dance in bold chroma-key over black-and-white archival footage of a barren and frozen Arctic wasteland, speaking in found-sound phrases from an English language instruction tape. This is a cautionary tale about the "fiction of science."
Miller envisions a future when the maniacal quest for purification has left nothing but ice and water in a seamlessly edited progression of archival footage. This bleak view is intoned by disembodied voices chanting an empty, disconnected narration through faceless lips and junkpile puppets, against the backdrop of glaciers and insecticide spraying.
