"This TV station is utterly worthless. If I were the host, I'd definitely drag on stage a conspiracy theorist, one who mumbles and is a scruffy vagrant, then pay from my own pocket to ship him off to a sanatorium before the show ends, making him either grateful beyond words or curse me out, just to thoroughly stir up some public outrage."
"That's how things are in Night City; you need to learn to accept it, Mr. Lin."
Blue Eyes spoke slowly and deliberately, and the more discontent Lin Miao showed toward Night City, the happier he seemed.
"Let's get back on topic, Mr. Lin. I wonder if your trip to the Watson District left you with any impressions."
"Heh." Lin Miao snorted, "If they sent me an invitation, maybe I'd be a bit happier. Doesn't it seem like a waste to blow up such a big place?"
