A boy is playing with its toys; completely unaware that he's such a great example of how every human being inherently wants to control their world. Creating order, the way he sees it; not a single second is spent on the toy lives impacted by his disruptive ever-changing moods. The toys go where he places them. Toys know no democracy. They don't have a say in anything; they do as they're told. He cries when his mother comes to get him; it's time for school. The room is quickly tidied, the toys go back in the box en masse; no longer needed by the boy, no longer wanted by the parent, and the toys no longer know they exist, and about the countless lives they have lived.