2102, in a bar on the streets of San Rodolfo.
On the bar's holographic television, two suit-wearing bastards were spewing today's fresh garbage.
"There's no such thing as a virus, those are just the discarded ones whose fantasies sucked the life out of them, excuses to comfort their withering lives!" The virus expert's tone was full of disdain.
Once a white host, Jin Silai, to cater to market needs, had recently undergone a skin change surgery.
Now, he's a quarter black, a quarter Mexican, a quarter yellow-skinned, and a quarter white-skinned.
The Quarter Man rebutted.
"But our audience doesn't believe you, Tomor, they say you're a fraud of Mayo, a pawn of America's billionaires."
Today, this Quarter Man's main task was to act as the sidekick to the expert.
Chinese sidekick exists in crosstalk art, but America's isn't too different, after all, dear, art knows no borders.
