"I'll take that resounding silence as a no." Spider ignored Delerium. Talking over, under, around and even through her was something he was well used to... and he wasn't certain entirely certain that anyone else could hear her anyway.
"Journalism has a wide number of definitions and as this is my course, we'll be using mine. Very broadly, journalism is the act of collecting and/or writing news. News is in and of itself a word that's difficult to define and which everyone has a definition of." Spider raised his voice slightly. "Newsfeed - muted."
The seven huge screens sprang to life, showing various people staring fixedly outward, their mouths moving. "This," Spider told them, sneering at the closest one, "is not journalism. It's barely even news. It's certainly not particularly interesting. Sound."
"... prices fell for the popular fast food chain...."
"The President responded...."
"... for the relatively reasonable price of $19.99...."
"... sports figure...."
"Mute." The talking heads fell silent again as Spider jabbed his cigarette at the young man on the screen closest to himself. "This is predigested pap, garbage for those who are only interested in being told what to think. The job of a journalist is to present the facts in such a matter as to force thought. Empires have been won and lost through control of the media, murders have been lynched or have walked free."
Spider stalked across the room to another screen, staring up at the overly made-up woman, ten feet high, who was babbling on silently. After a moment, he whirled on his students. "You are here to learn how to communicate with the brain-dead horde of your fellow..." His eye fell on Envy and Delerium, "... beings. You will learn how to attract their attention, how to influence their decisions with your choice of words and how to express yourself eloquently. At least that's my hope."
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"Journalism has a wide number of definitions and as this is my course, we'll be using mine. Very broadly, journalism is the act of collecting and/or writing news. News is in and of itself a word that's difficult to define and which everyone has a definition of." Spider raised his voice slightly. "Newsfeed - muted."
The seven huge screens sprang to life, showing various people staring fixedly outward, their mouths moving. "This," Spider told them, sneering at the closest one, "is not journalism. It's barely even news. It's certainly not particularly interesting. Sound."
"... prices fell for the popular fast food chain...."
"The President responded...."
"... for the relatively reasonable price of $19.99...."
"... sports figure...."
"Mute." The talking heads fell silent again as Spider jabbed his cigarette at the young man on the screen closest to himself. "This is predigested pap, garbage for those who are only interested in being told what to think. The job of a journalist is to present the facts in such a matter as to force thought. Empires have been won and lost through control of the media, murders have been lynched or have walked free."
Spider stalked across the room to another screen, staring up at the overly made-up woman, ten feet high, who was babbling on silently. After a moment, he whirled on his students. "You are here to learn how to communicate with the brain-dead horde of your fellow..." His eye fell on Envy and Delerium, "... beings. You will learn how to attract their attention, how to influence their decisions with your choice of words and how to express yourself eloquently. At least that's my hope."