We always talk about crimes against the truth,
to be attached to it is necessary to specify that
those who talk about them are people who
did not tell the whole truth, those who did it
can no longer repeat it.
Anonymous
TRANSMISSION 11:00 hrs.
LIVE FROM GROUND ZERO.
"Good morning teleauditorio! I am Lety Mendoza, known in show business as your most trusted advisor; today I am not here to reveal a scandal or to unmask another zoophilic artist, as you can appreciate I am in an area near the chemical factory that allegedly had a leak of hazardous material, so cleanup measures were taken. I have scoured the area, at the moment I am three meters from the edge of the crater following a sign of possible life.
As you can see and I apologize to the whole audience, the recording does not belong to the camera-bot but to my iris-cam, the climbing is slow, while I climb this embankment you should know that craters like the one I am climbing are abundant. Because of the difficult terrain I had to travel light, otherwise I would have carried the scent sensor and I could transmit the smell, it smells like meat, the aroma of a dying person, it belongs to the carcass that we managed to see and I intend to interview him before he leaves us.
Sir, please answer me — a timid hand in a million homes shakes a torn shoulder — ... as you can see he is in very bad shape and something is blocking my external audio sensors, so I will translate: Well, by the way he worked in this company and he says he was trying to flee... that the owner (pause) Could you repeat that? That the owner is responsible for this? There was no evacuation! She turned around and everyone looked at the countless craters of what was once an industrial colony.
All the authorities know that no one got out of here alive!... I'm sorry, you were saying? (the camera begins to turn nervously from side to side). This man assures me that I am not alone. He knows he's going to die, what's worse: He knows I'm going to die! I didn't have to be here! I just wanted to be a star!
Auditorium I know it sounds hard to believe, but the monitors don't transmit everything I see. I don't understand, there are dead people as far as my eyes can see and I can't even send them an image... if they see the shot blurred it's my tears, but if I'm going to die I'll show the factory for my posterity.
Auditorium, the images on your screens show a place in ruins, I see him, he is standing, isolated from everyone, he doesn't pass... (the camera darkens)... they have turned off the cameras, I don't know if the audio is still coming, if so, I want you to know the last words of a dead woman: the world is over".