Spending all my nights

April 3, 2040...

Kachinko Corp.

4 PM...

"Ugh..." a grunt not so comfortably made by the sudden thud of head hitting the table.

"Ow...."

Waking up unattended by the pillow slipping away by the last inch, falling, and hitting the floor.

"Meyline?" looks to the left, looking down at the floor upon standing up, "[Where's] the police?" glancing.

"Nope. Still none..." on the floor- crossed-legged- tapping away, with lists of red circles aligned vertically down- missed calls. "Glad you slept for around 6 hours, cuz you missed a lot."

"Oh no, Miss Sherlock..." deadpan voice, "WhatamIgunnadew?" having little weight behind even a sarcastic remark, a raspy voice from waking up perhaps?

"What do you want? An exposition dump or the ADHD version?" green eyes glancing up for inquiry.

"Caveman..." sighs from Molly, "My brain's too empty to understand complex crap..."

"American President knew incident. Safety People figure things out. Space-time not what we seem. It all go kabloeey-booey." 

"Nice." gave her a thumbs up, "Finally, something apart from the rants..." relieved, breathing out. 

"Like what? As if you don't listen to them when I'm not around!" she pouted, "Which makes me wonder..." crossed her arms.

"Who was the girl you went to Murphy's Spud?"

"Ehhh, some, b-beggar? Isthattherightthingtosay?" raising an eyebrow, "I... dunno, just some random woma-"

"A random female? Y-heh-a sure sucks at lying..." chortling at that retort, holding her hand and attempting at restraining her laughter, "I saw lots of pics of her that night on social media!"

Presenting another list apart from the long missed calls, dubious threads were like a long line of people in a cafeteria of sorts, all waiting to have a say. Some are mere copypastas just to elevate the uprising of an idol, others just having memes plastered on her face, claiming to be the next uprising of an idol group.

"Why are we even talking about this?!" annoyingly asked, Molly moved his hands in confusion.

"Cuz... I saw you two on my way to shop for a new bag..." scrolling down and down, moving a finger bottom-up, she'd let a slight giggle, "And, what's even better, this...." holding a peace sign, "...quote-unquote "random girl" you have, is even rumored to be a part of an idol group!"

"You're lying." he replied indifferently, "Ain't no way..."

"Oh, it is real!" moving her phone, showing a side-by-side comparison drawn with a line.

One was an idol named "Jughey", with a label at the bottom that reads "ZLT". Same white hair- albeit a little short- and pale skin; though possessing different robes given she appears barefooted, the resemblance in terms of body type was- and according to the post "unmistakeably similar".

"Seriously? Having The Greatest Idol of All Time, Zlata, with... her? Pfft." Molly made a ridiculed chuckle, "Someone's not taking their schizo pills..."

"Aye, now.." her hand moving down, "Don't sound so blasé about it!" smiling, "If anything, be at least glad she looks the way she is..."

"I am though." the man nodded, "I am glad."

"So you're admitting to liking her?" winking once, she'd raise an eyebrow twice, blinking thrice just to poke fun.

"Honestly..." growing some tomatoes on his cheek, "...who.... w-wouldn't be?" glancing down from discomfiture.

"Aye, you're admitting to it, hehe..." laughs Lime-green, poking at said tomatoes with her finger tapping his head, "Plus, you're too easy to read..."

"That's what being addicted to rom-com does to you..." chuckling, getting down to the table and sitting on the floor, pulling out his phone to play some form of an abacus game. In detail, he'd go and check at the time, surprisingly going from 4:03 to 3:30.

"Here it is again," Meyline replied, not looking at him for any confirmation.

"Obvious." as if he needed even to confirm it, just ruining his game. 

Supposedly, there are some characters; ones plastered over cards that he'd press and drag. They'd take around frame by frame to even land and perform an animation. However, for bits and pieces of said animation, most would glitch out or even sound funny with how the words become coalesced by the speed of it.

"..."

Tapping away at his phone, the numbers would keep getting higher and higher. Inflation's a good thing, but not so much in times like the future- where resources would go scarce just by having countries be setting sights akin to an eagle, then having it extracted and placed for child manufacturers to be ordered again forced out of their will.

"I guess..." posing a title, Molly said.

"Hm?" she asked.

"...maybe the suspicions in regards to President Seno Pert can be lifted now?" more inquiry.

"I'd doubt it." shook her head, "There's not any way that clout chasers will let any of that red herring go whizzing by. It's like what?" eyes gazing to him and up the roof, "..I dunno, bees attracted to this one GIANT sign that says "pollen"? Pretty much the same thing.." shrugged.

"Don't jump the gun just yet though. There are still many rumors regarding this timey whiney stuff going around the globe..." he replied.

"Well, that's the THING! That's what both the c-chasers are onto right now!" pointed a finger at him- ding.

"How though? There's no connection between the..." it was almost there and quite literally in the tongue, "bet-" nope, not even close.

"Hmmmm..."

"See? I told ya! Ever since the broadcast of Mr. Seno on live television, there have been so many people saying that it's scripted from the very beginning! The agenda is that this can be a superweapon that America is testing on, and are just making excuses by having it land on the Sahara Desert. What's more, is that the entire EAS was a literal death threat from America to come and challenge them! Plus-"

"Meyline..." cutting her off from becoming Yappinator 3000, "You gotta stop. That's a little too much. And I don't wanna jinx it, but... What you're saying right now- even if it's so unorthodox and quite literally to be bonkers...."

He paused.

"It's logically what can happen with how media perceives info..."

"Why did you stop me then?"

"Cuz it's annoying."