Your eyes instantly latch onto the television in your room. You're not sure what's compelling you here but your hands grip onto the dials and other little buttons on the boobtube. Your hands move automatically to tune it to some channel you can't quite remember the number of, even as if you're inputting it.
Your hands let go once you're done tuning it to what looks to snowy static. Well, if nothing else? White noise will help you sleep. You lay back down on your bed while keeping your eyes glued to the TV. You wanted to meditate but, eh, you feel a bit lazy right now. Can you blame yourself?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrrM43p10sc - TV MAN
Where there was once static is now him. The man. The television man. A pale man in a bright blue newscaster suit. He's staring RIGHT at you. Then he's not. He's busy with a set of papers he has in his hands.
"...Recent reports say that a massive revolution attempt is going to occur soon. A few months if we're lucky. Weeks if unlucky. A delusional man, not unlike you, is going to do something reckless." The TV MAN clears his throat. "It doesn't matter what happens or who that man is but the City will be thrown into disarray for a long while once it occurs."
[UNSTABLE] Trust what he's saying. This hasn't happened yet. But it will.
"I would keep an eye out on ETF agents. They tend to think they're above it all. Just because you can wrangle anomalies doesn't mean you know what's best for the world." Vitriol is oozing out of the man's words. "Keep that in the back of your mind."
"What the fuck am I supposed to do about that?" You muse outloud.
"You'll see when the time approaches." The TV MAN responds. "For more relevant news that you can act on? Let's see here..." He flips through the pages in his hands. "Ah, right."
"K-Company has recently found out that an unauthorized usage of their chemical weapons has been detected in District 8." A pit drops in your stomach. "The only survivors of the attack were two stolen Model M-1L unit androids. Used for...unsavory purposes." The TV man mutters something.
"Luckily for whoever the culprits are, it appears the androids were...sympathetic to them. They have not ratted them out. YET. However, K-Company is actively searching the scene for any evidence of what happened. I believe the silver men are going to be interested here, Nicole."
Okay, fuck, that's not good. "Do I have a time frame of how long I got? Or any clue on when someone's a K-Corp operator? That'd be nice."
"You have three days until they get a general idea of who you are and where. Give or take." Not a lot of time. Damnit. "I believe our other friend can help with the second one."
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] You'll usually be able to tell through the outfits they wear. Safety yellow and bright orange. Even if they're trying to be discreet.
"Noted." You nod along. As if you're not acting like a fucking schizophrenic. "There's probably a third thing, isn't there?"
