It was exactly on the hour. After the television was switched on, the Adjutant helped tune it to the right channel, and the familiar news intro music began to play.
In the studio, a well-dressed middle-aged man sat with a practiced smile on his face. Once the lights came on, he began the broadcast.
"Good evening, dear viewers. Welcome to tonight's news program. I'm your anchor, Mike Levinly. Tonight, we'll be bringing you the latest and hottest social news from Maine."
It was no different from the usual news. Su Ming nodded, took a sip of his drink, and said to the black Bean Sprout on his shoulder, which was gnawing on a duck neck, "I thought this anchor would've gone to space. Looks like the penalty for breaking his contract with the station must be pretty steep."
This news anchor could be considered an acquaintance, after all. For decades, he had been the person viewers saw most often when they turned on the television, and he was quite good at his job.
Su Ming had assumed that someone as successful as him would have gone off to have fun in the Cosmic Voyage, but surprisingly, he was still working. He really wasn't leaving young people any opportunities.
"Eep."
Strangle spat a bone into the trash can.
It meant that, according to the Adjutant's intelligence, most of those heading into space were young or middle-aged. An anchor like this, nearly sixty years old, generally would not give up his career on Earth.
Even if he wanted to go to space and embark on a grand interstellar voyage, he would wait for the first group to return with gains, see how it turned out, and only then make a decision. That was the prudent approach of an older, steadier person.
"Looks