A sickly but a very twisted comedy about an empire of signs in which a bastard comes full circle by not only finding his father, but also by unknowingly becoming the cause of his death, yet unlike Oedipus he does not have to fight destiny, for in this empire of signs destiny can simply be dreamt and plugged-in to, and thus, in the end he is recast in the image of his own desire, as the supranormal father-son complex who can control traffic signals merely with his thought, and fulfil the advertised dreamshot of a man on a motorbike speeding inside a tunnel with a girl clinging to his back.