In the sterile office space the group assembled. It was time for the experience. Each adorned in the costume of their factions they prepared for immersion.
The masks lay there on the desk, their sleek casings beckoning to the faction leaders who had gathered there to dissolve the conflicts which had plagued their lives.
As the mask was drawn over the eyes of the first observer, their mind was catapulted, seemingly out of their body, to another place. The consciousness eventually settled in the meeting place where the Teacher awaited.
One by one, the others arrived, materializing from nothing in a ring. The Teacher began to speak. It taught the young chieftains of the perils in focusing solely on their differences. It spoke upon how their tribalization did not create stronger bonds, but rather divided them into more easily oppressed micro groups. The world around them was alien. They did not understand where they were - only that they had answered the call.
The Teacher beckoned them to speak with one another. The directors discussed why they fought, many of them realizing that their conflicts were based in memories of the past. It was not them who created the factions but the duty to maintain them had been bestowed upon them.
They agreed that they must unite. In the face of the events that had come to pass, they could no longer survive as individual groups, they lacked the resources. The Teacher, pleased with this result, vanished. Moments later, the consciousnesses of the now united directorates were rocketed back into their bodies.
They removed the masks, departed from the edifice, and called upon their tribes to unite them under one digital signature.