<< BACK TO RS001 LOG -----BEGIN TRANSMISSION----- [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.] -----END TRANSMISSION-----