"Turn off the broadcast before I tell you my proposal."
{Fine. Ads are running right now. Constellations won't be able to hear our conversation, so make it quick.}
"I will not choose any constellation as my sponsor in any of the upcoming 'Constellation Selection' events. Basically, I will never take a sponsor.
I will also not leave your streaming zone. Your channel will be the only one I appear on."
For a moment, there was silence between us as the pig continued hovering in the air. I, on the other hand, was half-submerged in liquid. A single piece of wood kept me afloat.
In this world, Hosts were nothing more than employees of [Starline], an entity that governed everything. Their job was simple in theory and grotesque in practice.
They streamed stories, but not the kind anyone would willingly live through. These were not happy or inspiring tales. They were built on fear, desperation, and people clawing their way out of death.
