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You don't see that anymore. Not with all the displays, holos and vox systems you get these days. I've still got those records of the days when the words were printed, bound and covered - 'cept for the papers 'course. Tha's what they'd do -

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EXCLUSIVE ! MARTIAN ELVIS POSES AS PRESIDENT TO FATHER MY MUTANT DOLPHIN BABY ! ! !
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'ey don't do that anymore. Shame really. I am drunk. You'd be too, if you weren't my reflection. You're a good listener though, I like that. How many times have I heard that before. The listener, not the reflection thingy. Usually after siphoning enough booze to sink a battleship in zero-G into someone-or-other so I can f-i-i-i-i-nally get to the story. I fly like a brick at 100 times gravity, the only thing safe from my shot is the thing I'm aim'n at but, without fail, I'll get the story from you. 'Cause the story's what 'm good a'. Didn't someone once say "that the story, not the medium, is all that matters." ?
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But anyways, BREAKING NEWS !
I
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DRUNK ! ! !, no . . . wait, that's wrong.

I am drunk . . . . but that's not the story. And the story's all that matters. Naughty ! Started a sentence with a conjunction ! Rebel ! But I can't tell you my story yet, not just because I'm drunk. Done it again and a comma splice for good measure. Did you know though that I don't drink that often? That's probably why I'm slashed now. "slashed". Bad choice of phrase considering. That scar 'cross me face was a slash by that nessiosaur from a bad trip's nightmare. Oops ! Ignore that ! Or not. I suppose the scar's why I'm cele-ele-ele-brating ! Well, not that but the other thing with the guy today.
BREAKING NEWS ! Interview with the . . . watchamcallit. Thingambob. Whatsitsname. Ironic really. Spend all this time learning how to get secrets out to keep the story alive now I have to do the opposite for the same for mesel'. Not too big a deal though. Any good journalist'd tell you that you never, ever, ever reveal your sources. Or pay for lunch until you've got good material and know how they're happy to be quoted. Or forget your towel.
What was I saying? Towel. Yeah, that's right. Have to dry hands, apply psuedothingy to face and hope it stays on 'till my spacewalk of shame's been and gone the morrow! As for the rest of it . . . it's

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