The President scanned the banks of TV screens showing the adoring throngs and his humiliated opponents as he tapped out bizarre messages of victory and vengeance.
‘I want all those who plotted against me destroyed!’
‘I will see to it, Mr President.’ The psychiatrist left the room and locked the door. It was a hopeless case, with no cure, the only therapy being a continuous video loop showing the very old man what he wanted to see.