The Terra Travel Diary of Neither Sacred, Rhea, nor Terra

In this land, he is already considered a "big man".

The only "little person" present, the geologist and messenger of natural disasters, breathed a sigh of relief when he knew he didn't have to go to the test bench.

As for the containment objects, concrete statues and the like…what did these have to do with a little lamb like her?

"Beep, beep, beep..." The BT on the side made a mechanical sound.

Anyone who is a Terran, when seeing BT, will wonder why the owner of this mechanical car does not install a language module for it.

In response to this, Miku could only say that it was installed, but it was not used.

Especially in this situation where no one except Miku can

In an environment where people can understand what they are saying, BT almost always speaks in mechanical language.

"What? You're not coming with me?" Miku asked BT curiously.

It's obvious that BT has become fond of watching the fun just like him... Although Miku thinks that BT has always liked watching the fun, why doesn't he want to join in?

"Beep beep..." bt gave a magical reason.

After hearing this reason, Miku looked at Christen, whose number had doubled, in surprise.

“???” The two Christens, no matter the one dressed up like an ordinary person or the one who always had the Atomic Heart look, all showed puzzled expressions.

"You...you promised to give BT a mechanical spa?" Miku relayed BT's words to the two Christens.

"Oh, yes, I mentioned it before." The two Christens said in unison.

"..." Miku fell into a strange silence.

"Small robots like BT are very common in Terra. Rhine Life has several factories dedicated to producing such small robots, and the supporting facilities are quite complete."

The future version of Kristen said that she would take BT to do the mechanical car spa.

"Nothing, just take BT with you." Miku just felt it was a bit strange, because most civilizations that created AI rarely had this habit.

But looking at Kristen's reaction, it seems that this situation is taken for granted.

Thinking of this, Miku's eyes fell on the tails of the two Christens... Even if this big golden retriever is unkempt, he will take time to take care of his tail every day.

Even though her tail is now transmitter.

The Terrans, who are a gathering place of thousands of races, must have different racial habits like taking care of the tail. Then, judging by their own experience, the Terrans would also think that the AI ​​they create should also have this habit.

...Perhaps this is why the Terrans think it is natural to give the mechanical car a spa.

114: The nimble Tremont reporter

As the convoy gradually went deeper into the city of Tremont, the number of people coming to watch gradually decreased.

A triumphal ceremony or something like that is just for fun, there are no red envelopes or anything, and it even wastes your commuting time.

Soon, the only onlookers on both sides of the street were reporters carrying long and short "cannons".

They will basically stick around until the triumphal ceremony is over because that is their job.

Pulitzer, who had been in this line of work for twenty or thirty years and was considered a veteran, put his camera in his bag and lit a cigarette.

Warwick, who had just started working and was working as an assistant and intern for old Pulitzer, also put down his camera and asked curiously:

“Why don’t you shoot anymore?”

"Everything that should be filmed has been filmed. It makes no difference whether we film the rest or not." As old Pulitzer said this, he handed a cigarette to his assistant.

Warwick took the cigarette but put it in his breast pocket without lighting it. He continued to ask old Pulitzer, who was considered his mentor, in a strange tone:

"Does that mean we can go back now?"

"If you are not afraid of a discount on this month's salary, you can go back now." Old Pulitzer said with a mischievous smile.

"Forget it then..." Little Warwick said hurriedly, not wanting to see his income from working hard from dawn to dusk be discounted.

Especially since old Pulitzer is his girlfriend's father, he can't let him down at this time.

In order to show that he was serious about his work, little Warwick once again picked up his camera and, like everyone else around him, flashed the camera at the Rhine Life convoy.

Not long after picking up the camera, little Warwick saw an SUV driving out of the convoy and turning onto a street.

Thinking there was big news, little Warwick quickly put away his camera and prepared to follow.

As a result, after taking two steps, old Pulitzer grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back:

"What are you going to do?"

"A car went out, didn't you see it?" said little Warwick, who didn't understand why old Pulitzer held his hand.

"I'm not blind, of course I saw it," said old Pulitzer.

"Then... why don't you follow him?" Little Warwick looked at old Pulitzer's calm look and asked curiously.

"You'll know if you wait a little longer." Old Pulitzer didn't explain and just let young Warwick see for himself.

After a while, young Warwick noticed another car leaving the convoy, and then another one after that.

However, due to the large size of the convoy, the departure of these vehicles did not affect the original queue.

"These..." Little Warwick asked old Pulitzer belatedly.

"This is Tremont, the Tremont of Columbia and the Tremont of Rhine Life. Will you not allow them to return to their posts?"

Old Pulitzer lectured young Warwick as if it was nothing to be alarmed about.

"But there are other reporters who followed," said Warwick Jr.

"Do you think you are the only newbie among your colleagues here?" Old Pulitzer laughed.

"...

Little Warwick blushed after being mocked by his future father-in-law, old Pulitzer.

"After all, the people who go out on this kind of field work are all newcomers like you, except for the unlucky guy like me who has to lead newcomers."

Old Pulitzer, who had finished complaining about little Warwick's blushing face, continued.

"Why?" asked young Warwick.

"Use your little brain. Is there any valuable news in something like this that is public?" old Pulitzer taught young Warwick.

"What if?" Little Warwick asked unwillingly when he saw another car leaving the team and several new reporters following it.

"Maybe, kid, but it doesn't matter." Old Pulitzer wanted to slap little Warwick but finally didn't.

After all, if something unexpected happens, it will be your own child who will suffer in the end.

"Why doesn't it matter? What if it's an exclusive news?" said little Warwick, who was unaware of how dangerous he was just now.

"Kid, what do you think news is?" Old Pulitzer shook his head helplessly and asked little Warwick in a teacher's tone.

"A true account of events as they occurred at the first time?" Warwick answered in an uncertain tone, somewhat wondering why old Pulitzer asked him this question.

"Wrong, news is what target customers want to see first."

Old Pulitzer shook his head and said.

"What do you want to see first?" Little Warwick was stunned for a moment, not realizing the exact meaning of this sentence.

"In this sentence, the matter is not important, not knowing it at the first time is not important, and even whether you see it or not is not important. What is important is thinking about it," explained old Pulitzer.

"Think?" Little Warwick still didn't turn around.

"To put it simply, users only want to see what they want to see, and they are only willing to see what they want to see. They don't care about what they don't want to see, even if it's true. They believe what they want to see, even if it's false." Old Pulitzer said seriously.

“……”Little Warwick seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand.

"That's why all the newbies in this field are taking pictures here like you, while the real veterans are writing news releases in the air-conditioned office." Old Pulitzer said angrily, "If I hadn't brought you with me, I would have already written all the news for the press conference."

"But the press conference hasn't started yet." Little Warwick asked curiously.

"Do users care? Do readers care? They only care about how Rhine Life defeated Mama John, the feud between Rhine General and Mama John, and the attitudes of all parties and sectors towards this matter. Press conference? Who cares about that kind of procedure used to deal with things?" said old Pulitzer.

"But we don't know about those grudges and entanglements!" said little Warwick.

"If we don't know, do others know? Will such things be really made public? Besides, users only care about whether the grudges and disputes are the ones they think of themselves," said Pulitzer Sr.

"But...but, isn't that just made up?" Little Warwick said in a loud voice because of his excitement.

"That's right, it's just made up, and you have to make sure that what you make up is completely different from the facts and make the readers believe it."

Old Pulitzer did not shy away from stating the unspoken rules of the industry:

"Especially when it comes to big companies like Rhine Life and John's Mother, once you can do it, you will be officially in the industry, and I can stay at home and take care of my grandchildren with peace of mind."

If it were anyone else, old Pulitzer wouldn't have described it in such detail. Reporters who were looking for the truth behind the corporate war were either in the sewage system of the mobile city or in the pioneer camp.

"...Ah...taking care of...taking care of grandson..." Little Warwick's face turned red again, so much so that he didn't even bother to use the professional ethics he learned in journalism school to refute old Pulitzer.

Old Pulitzer didn't give his future son-in-law time to collect his thoughts, because another jeep drove away from the convoy.

Old Pulitzer, who noticed some details, quickly grabbed little Warwick, who had not yet come to his senses, and ran.

After running into a corner and looking at the other people outside who had not caught up, he whispered to little Warwick:

"Big news."

"Huh?" Didn't he just say that even if there was big news, don't worry about it, otherwise it would be dangerous? Little Warwick didn't quite understand why his future father-in-law would go back on his word.

"That depends on the circumstances." Old Pulitzer casually brushed aside his own inconsistency.

"Well, what's the news?" asked little Warwick.

"I don't know, but I'm sure it's big news." Looking outside the alley again, old Pulitzer saw the tail lights of the SUV driving into a street.

Then he took out a small portable terminal and opened the street map of Tremont.

Old Pulitzer glanced at the street map and nodded to young Warwick and said:

"Pick up your things and follow me."

"Ah, that..." Little Warwick quickly stuffed their cameras into the bag, and then looked at the portable terminal in old Pulitzer's hand with great surprise.

If Warwick remembers correctly, this portable terminal seems to be a new product launched by Rhine Life Science, and its main user group is young people like Warwick who have just started working.

But because the price is a little expensive, little Warwick is still saving money.

"Hey, kid, don't treat me like an antique." Old Pulitzer, realizing that young Warwick was surprised about something, showed the terminal in his hand.

The map program in this terminal can not only

Perfect Tremont street map, with real-time traffic light system.

With the help of this real-time traffic light system, old Pulitzer can track the movements of the Rhine Life SUV without following it at all.

Because even if there is a red light, the red light will automatically turn green when the Rhine Life SUV arrives.

By using the external plug-in of this program and seeing abnormal changes in the traffic lights at an intersection, one can determine which road the Rhine Life SUV took.

As for why old Pulitzer was so confident, it was because he recognized the car as the one driven by Saria, director of Rhine Life Defense Department, through perhaps a unique secret method.

Regardless of whether Director Saria is driving this car herself, it is worth taking a look.

In this way, old Pulitzer and young Warwick followed the car to a laboratory building belonging to the Rhine Life Structure Department.

There are many similar laboratory buildings belonging to a department of Rhine Life Science in Tremont.

It can be said that in every urban area of ​​Tremont, there is one or more buildings belonging to Rhine Life.

Relying on these industries scattered throughout the city, Rhine Life has Tremont firmly under its control.

Although at the beginning, they were so dispersed only because Christen and Saria were worried that there were too many crazy scientists in Rhine Life, and if they all gathered together, they would all be destroyed if something happened.

Looking at the unique mark of the Rhine Life Structure Department on the laboratory building in front of him, old Pulitzer smelled big news.

Everyone in the media circle of Tremont knows that the director of the Rhine Life Structure Department, Ahrendts Parvez, is not as flamboyant as the director of the Energy Department, Ferdinand Clooney.

But in the field of science, he is a ruthless person who dares to do anything. Especially as a member of the Caprini tribe from Leitania, many of the behaviors of this old goat add a mysterious color belonging to a wizard.

So what did this old goat do to make Director Saria come here without even attending the victory speech press conference after the triumphal ceremony?

Even if they couldn't get in to interview anything, just taking pictures of Director Saria entering the Structural Department from outside would be enough to make up a series of shocking news.

《Shock! Rhine Life Structure Department's shocking experiment! 》

《Shock! A major event that even the Rhine King of Fighters finds difficult!》

Old Pulitzer, who took out his camera with little Warwick and turned off the flash, had already started to draft the news.

Then, the news articles that had already been started and were being written in his mind were instantly shattered after old Pulitzer saw the silver-gray metal man appearing in the camera.