I'll take a different approach, then. I assemble a team of skilled dreamers to plant an idea in The Box's mind through inception. I will give the box a sedative and it falls into a deep slumber. [b][i] I enter the dream: The First Layer...[/i][/b] The sky is black. Nothing is visible. Complete darkness until lightening flashes and streaks across the clouds giving me a second to take in my surroundings. I'm in the middle of a forrest. Just as the architect described, there was a small shack about thirty paces in front of me. I make my way to it. I hear wolves howling in the distance. [i]All part of the plan[/i] I reach the shack and open the door. The first thing I see is The Box in the corner. There is nothing else in the square room. Not even floor boards. Just grass. The Box asks for my assistance. Says the wolves are closing in. The Box can't remember how he got here or the way home (it's a dream, but it is unaware). I tell it I can help him remember the way home. It may still know the way, but only subconsciously. We go into the next layer together. [i][b]The Second Layer...[/b][/i] We enter the second dream with my team. They came in soon after we did. Inside a warehouse. Lots of boxes. Projections of The Box's subconscious. They are shuffling around. Looking for the dreamer. Looking for me. I tell the box he isn't safe here. We must continue. We make our way through the warehouse. The map of The Box's subconscious is in here. At least, that's what we tell it. All of the sudden, a box projection jumps out and mortally wounds The Box. The projection thought that The Box was the dreamer. We had to go in deeper. Another layer. The Box was dying and the only way to plant the idea was to enter another dream. The Box was too heavily sedated. If I let it die in the dream... The Box would be lost in the [i]Limbo[/i]. It wouldn't be able to yield its contents to me in that state. The Box's mind would be gone. [b][i]The Third Layer...[/i][/b] We arrive at the post office. Boxes coming and going. The dream is unstable. They know something. The Box is on a conveyer belt in the back headed for a truck. A truck that would take him far away. This is where we planted the idea. We were inside of my mind now. I quickly reached for a roll of tape and started wrapping the tape around myself. The box wasn't looking. I had to get its attention. "No!!" I shouted, "Tape! Tape is the enemy! The evil of this world!" The box turned to see me causing my scene. The team soon followed suit crying out in agony. "Go, Box! Save yourself! Escaped the tape while you still can! The tape!! It must be destroyed!" The belt lurched forward and carried the Box into a UPS truck. The Box was gone. We removed the tape as the ground began to shake. [i]That's the kick.[/i] I suddenly felt a sense of falling and woke up in the warehouse. Then I awoke in the shack. Then the room with The Box. The architect had orchestrated the kicks perfectly. We were all back. The box had removed the tape. It now believed that tape was the enemy. [i]Inception: successful[/i] I approached The Box, "I know you." It said to me without speaking (it speaks with its mind). It recognized me, but couldn't quite remember me. Like trying to recall something from a dream you have just woken up from. The tape was gone. The Box was open. [i] I was ready.[/i]