It was going to be a stretch, but the alternative was silence.
And they could not. Not with the possibility that someplace, someone, was still listening.
After all, you never knew what people managed behind closed doors with all kinds of inventions that obscured their virtual footprints from those who’d mine their minds for false and profit.
Hadn’t there been exploitation in them, too? In their own broadcasts?
“We hold to truth,” Boss said.
And fastened onto truth, they nodded.
“Good evening, folks,” they said with tight smiles flickering. “We have the news. After which we will bid you goodbye.”
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