Chapter 87 – Radio Kids
Politics.
This is an element that is always born when three or more people gather.
From small team play games, through corporate life, and finally to the scope of the country.
Shelters are no exception.
Dozens or hundreds of political incidents occur every day among the residents down there.
I lost friends and family in an apocalyptic disaster.
Living in a closed city allows you to enjoy only limited resources and freedom.
A population comprised of criminals is like a bomb.
It’s not easy just one thing alone, but with the three combined, dissatisfaction and strife are bound to arise at every moment.
So how should we manage them?
It gets fun from here.
Because our city is capable of a unique political system that would excite every political philosopher in history.
There is no need for a long explanation; just say one person’s name.
Artemis.
Those are her words.
Our city has very convenient conditions for an Iron Man to rule.
First, the opinions of all members can be surveyed.
Second, it is possible to accurately predict the expected results when each policy is implemented.
Thirdly, Ratchet does not exist. If an incorrect policy is implemented, it can be 100% restored at any time.
The third is especially attractive, and being able to easily change your mind if you make a wrong choice is a huge advantage.
In real politics, isn’t it common for people to have no choice but to adopt even an evil law that many people think ‘This must be abolished!’ Because the interests are so intertwined?
There is no such worry here.
Let’s overlook the minor issue that residents do not have the right to vote or be elected.
Originally, city-states did not give suffrage to those who did not contribute.
Of course, communication is valuable in itself, so we came up with several measures.
One of them is broadcasting.
[Hello, everyone? A friend who doesn’t hesitate to ask for advice in any language or script. Kids are your helpers for a comfortable life.]
Today I visited the shelter broadcasting station.
It is the place where Korea’s only, and perhaps the world’s only, broadcast programs are produced. And it is also a hangout for kids.
[This is the first news. Oh! Residents are lucky today. This is exciting battle news from the beginning.]
A hologram of Kids appears in front of the microphone in the studio. A three-headed avatar with gorgeous fashion and as cute as ever.
I’m sitting next to her and helping with the broadcast. How are you helping? It is serving as her sofa.
My palm resting on the studio table.
Kids sitting cross-legged on top of them are broadcasting with happy faces.
The first report is external news.
[The outside world is noisy again today. A group of slave dogs was discovered in a field 3 km away from the shelter residence.]
A video was played on the screen on the wall of the broadcasting room. Residents currently watching will be seeing the same thing.
Infected dogs moving in packs.
Most of them are mixed breed dogs or large dogs of some size.
Most small dogs such as Maltese, Shih Tzu, Pomeranian, and Toy Poodle did not survive the aftermath of the war.
One of three things: starve to death, get trampled to death, or get eaten. Death is confirmed at the point when it is no longer protected by its owner.
Even if infection occurs, the basic base is poor, so it is nothing more than a plumper prey.
The bones and flesh were instantly separated by wild predators.
Doo doo doo doo!
The shooting video of the Scout drone in tracking and annihilation mode is exciting.
After killing half the group with a surprise shot, he chases after the fleeing entities and knocks them down one by one.
This scene, presented from a first-person perspective, was optimized to vicariously satisfy viewers’ sense of violence.
Bang!
As the last slave dog falls down, spraying blood, the pursuing drone soars into the sky.
A magnified camera showed the bodies lying around one after another.
In a dog that died from a ruptured spine,
A dog with a hole in its head and brain drain,
In a dog that died after being pierced through the eyeball,
A dog with a lump around its heart,
This time, it was a dog that was still breathing, panting with its tongue out.
Ta-ta-tang!
One bullet cut his tongue in two, another blew off his pink nose, and the last pierced his philtrum.
Black bodily fluids and flesh splash out as if exploding, and the head falls.
I think the women in the camp who saw this must have screamed a little.
When I shattered it on the enlarged screen, the gory scene was captured properly.
[Annihilation! Complete! Yay!]
Of course, kids have fun.
Between annihilation and completion, he made a gesture of throwing an uppercut.
[With this, our precious home has become even safer. Let’s give a round of applause and gratitude to the drones who work hard day and night.]
Clap clap clap!
The kids’ applause echoes through the studio.
I wanted to join in, but I couldn’t remove her hand that was supporting her buttocks.
Because when her hand shook, she looked at me with her pitiful expression.
Next is the time to listen to viewers’ opinions.
[Please understand that we cannot respond individually to the numerous suggestions and thank you letters you have sent us. I would like to respond to everyone, but it would take all day to dedicate just one minute to each person.]
She addressed some selected questions and suggestions.
[Please make bathing once a day mandatory. If you violate this, you will be sent to prison, or rather, to solitary confinement. There’s a fucking bitch sitting next to me who hasn’t washed for 5 days! The bitch who sweats a lot smells so bad I can’t sleep at night!]
When reading ‘fuck’ and ‘bitch’, a loud ‘beep beep!’ Beep sounded, and a red X-line appeared and disappeared from Kids’ mouth.
[You’ve been through a lot, storyteller. Not washing up is not good manners in group life. It is a problem that is even connected to public safety.]
How on earth can you go 5 days without washing up? I don’t even want to imagine.
There were many other suggestions that Kids read.
A request could be to provide at least a small cupcake to the person celebrating their birthday.
“It’s a cupcake…”
Artemis’s method was to keep things as tight as possible and make sure to reward sacrifice and ability.
For those who have not sacrificed and are incompetent, three meals and a night’s sleep is enough.
I think this is also lenient treatment in a disaster situation.
But isn’t it your birthday?
Everyone has the right to be treated well on their birthday.
At least I want to live in that kind of world. I have the power to do that.
“Kids.”
The kids sat cross-legged at my call! And stood up as if bouncing. It seems like he guessed that an order would be given.
“Tell them it will be that way.”
After the kids bowed politely, they spoke again! And ran back to Yangban Bridge.
Good news was delivered to the storyteller in a cheerful voice.
There was also an argument for designating Korean as the official language of the shelter and then giving penalty points for talking in other languages.
The argument was that allowing different languages to be used in a closed city would lead to conflicts centered on language.
However, this request is actually synonymous with banning the Chinese language.
This is because the foreign language heard most often in the shelter was Chinese.
While women from Europe or America spoke Korean or at least tried to learn it, Asians, especially Chinese people, talked in Chinese everywhere.
As for my opinion on this, I don’t think there’s any need to worry about it.
Everything offered here in the future, including aptitude tests, is bound to be advantageous to Korean speakers.
If they stick to Chinese until the end and turn a blind eye, it is only their own loss.
If it turns into a fight between Chinese factions and factions of other ethnic groups, whose side will I take? There is no need to think about it.
[Unfortunately, this is the end of the news we have prepared. It was a kids radio that hopes residents will have a good night’s sleep tonight.]
Kids sway left and right on my palm.
[Even if you’re sad about breaking up, don’t worry. Even after the broadcast ends, I will be by your side.]
Her last comment was a cliché that radio BJs often say, but when she said it, it sounded quite meaningful.
[Until the next broadcast, this channel will be changed to the music corner. Then music~ cue!]
The prepared music was played. It is Frank Sinatra’s Blue Moon.
[Blue moon!
You saw me standing alone.
Without a dream in my heart.
Without a love of my own.]
A sweet voice echoes in an empty broadcasting station.
The broadcast ended, but the studio door did not open.
There is no fuss from sponsorship advertising broadcasts, and there are no staff organizing equipment.
The lights everywhere except the studio pick and turn off all at once.
Various broadcasting machines that had been making dull sounds stopped like dolls whose strings had been cut.
A broadcasting station filled with darkness and silence at once. In that wide space, only one song resonates lonelyly.
It felt like I was possessed by a ghost.
It’s as if the cruise ship, which was full of life just a moment ago, has turned into a ghost ship in the blink of an eye.
In this darkness, Kids’ hologram shines. Unlike its usual color, it emits a bright light like a lantern.
[Follow me. I will guide you to the entrance.]
Even in the light, I could tell that Kids was smiling.
I wondered why they suddenly turned off all the lights, and it seemed like they wanted to play with a fairy in the forest with me.
So I followed her lead and made my way through the dark broadcasting station.
Broadcast props, mannequins, and various stage equipment caught the kids’ light and cast large shadows.
We go through it.
[Thanks for hanging out, Administrator. Thank you for your hard work!]
Upon reaching her entrance, Kiz greeted her belly button. At first glance, she looks satisfied in many ways.
Beyond her cheerful face, she can see the dark interior of the broadcasting station, which is too large for her.
Even though I see the kids together every day, I suddenly feel an emotion that is hard to put into words.
She took a few steps forward, placed her hands on her knees, and slightly lowered her upper body. She was at eye level with her
“Just call me anytime. “Because we are a family of five in the world.”
Let’s give her a small smile and head outside of her.
[Please wait a moment.]
Kids called me.
When I looked back, her appearance had changed.
There is a girl there, not the usual cute three-headed avatar.
Will the height reach the level of my solar plexus?
Old-fashioned clothing.
A face reminiscent of a black flower bud.
A strange atmosphere where immaturity and perfection coexist.
Eyes as dark and deep as the sea.
If she walks hand in hand with her adult, it will seem natural for her to follow behind her.
That was the attitude of Kids.
She took hold of the hem of her skirt and placed her right foot behind her left foot.
Light.
She shows her courtesy in a way that could not be more suitable for her.
[It is an honor for you to visit my humble workplace. It was really fun, manager.]
Instead of answering, I walked forward.
Carefully pat the head of the kids looking up.
“I’ll come again.”
Her smile was as beautiful as the night sky.
