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[Lily Morrison looks at her phone to see if she has the correct

address, and confirms the building is at 631 Security Way. Inside the

building, she approaches the reception desk.]

Lily Morrison [nervous]: Is this the GNA office?

Jon Raadik [tired]: It is.

Lily Morrison [no longer nervous]: Good! I'm here to see Ben. Is he

around? He told me that my job starts today.

[The light for "live on air" goes out, and Ben walks out from the

studio room.]

Ben Goldstein: Another day at the GNA! Oh, Lily, you're here! Welcome

to the Galactic News Agency and our spacious facilities. So, I figured

I'll get you started on an easy-promotion job: managing the scene

switch computer to control what camera is actively displayed on TV.

Lily Morrison: Okay. What else?

[They walk over to the computer, and he points out some controls.]

Ben Goldstein: This is only during the news segments, which shouldn't

take too long. Maybe 30 minutes every few hours, but it would likely

be next shift by the time the next news segments start. If you work

over, we don't penalize overtime pay. Sometimes rare tragedies require

us to stay working with nutrient/caffeine IVs for over 36 hours

straight. Only happened once though... before I started working here,

thankfully.

Lily Morrison: When's the next news segment?

Ben Goldstein: In about fifty minutes. I was going to get the team

tacos. Want one?

Lily Morrison: Sure!

Ben Goldstein: Awesome opossum. So, on a scale of 10-100, how many

spoonfuls of sour cream do you want on your tac-

[Ben gets interrupted as the front door flies open and Presidential

Protection Squad agents rush in, followed by an angry Sean Hendrix.]

Sean Hendrix [angry]: Whaaaaaaaat did you people do????? The

transcript of my speech and everyhing else for that matter is full of

typos!

Ben Goldstein: Uh... we don't manage that. We're just the Galactic

News arm of the Summit Broadcasting Network. I've actually been

meaning to ask why you decided to call this province a separate nation

if you're still going to lead it, and I've also notic-

Sean Hendrix: Huh? But... the advisors said that you manage... THEY'RE

FIRED!!!!! Oh, and I saw that shit you were going to publish. You

know, about some fake nonsense with staff, cops, residents, me

apparently dying, some bullshit about the Summitian we assigned QEC

credit to so we can say we made it WHO LEFT SUMMIT A FEW YEARS LATER

FOR WHO KNOW WHY, and then you kill Ranway without giving US any

justice? You people are supposed to be NEWS STAFF!!! REPORT ON THE

TRUTH, DAMN IT! I'll take acts 1 scene 4 tough act 3 scene 1 that you

HAD ready to "publish"... AND act 3 scenes 2 and 3 that you're

DRAFTING WITH MORE ANTISUMMITIAN LIES!!!!!... "BASED ON A TRUE

STORY"??? WHAT'S TRUE ABOUT THIS???

[paper bits go flying around the room, as Sean shreds the stack of

random papers, that just happens to be the employees' bi-weekly

paychecks.]

Sean Hendrix: Someone should sweep here. It's a MESS! Oh,

and... uh... wait... WHAAAAAAAAT??? WHY IS THERE A QEC

PUBLISHING?????? I must leave before it publishes fully... protection

squad, play the signal jamming noises, and... uh... well... so... that

is all.

[Exit Sean Hendrix with many papers and the protection agents]

Ben Goldstein: Oh, I forgot. I put your soured cream on before Sean

came in. Hopefully they didn't get too soggy now!... and my next show

starts!

Lily Morrison: Oh, wait I forgot to mention-

Ben Goldstein [getting quieter, before slamming the studio door

closed]: IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY AT THE GNA!

Lily Morrison [defeated]: ...I'm lactose intolerant...

[Lily sits down on the nearby chair, bumping the QEC that is now

sitting under her.]

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