Dispatch from an advertising future #89


He nudged the controls and took another sip from his pint. His hackcam drone hovered on the court steps part of the news swarm. His question sounded through the speakers,and appeared on the PR’s tablet. The soundbite came through just as the celebrity said it. He worked in some background. He looked around the pub at the other hacks, remembered the rivalry: fighting, often literally, for the exclusive. They finished their pints and filed to their ‘papers’. Before the next round was in The FaceTimes published. His quote had made paragraph two. He didn’t recognise who’d got the lead.