King of the Last Drama

"When we first found her, we couldn't be surprised.

A Vulcan is talking about support.

"Genetic information wasn't that different from ours. But the slight difference was a problem.

He was so thoroughly restrained that he wanted to go too far, but his voice was calm. The Vulcans were usually of that kind.

On the other hand, the opponent facing him did not. The man with the thick eyebrows said in a loud voice.

Please elaborate.

"Ah, unfortunately, I don't have the authority.

The Vulcan stretches his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry. Among aliens, conversations with you are precious.

A man looks carefully at the Vulcans. The face was deeply sad and full of truth. And he could not determine its authenticity.

· · · So.

The commander asked again.

So what were you going to do?

"It wasn't easy to conclude.

The Vulcan shrugs.

There was a massive bloodbath.

About the disposal of the child?

Yes.

The Commander closes his eyes. It is like a tuberculosis weapon that fell from the sky. A great castle will come and go.

Everyone thought the same thing.

So it took a little time to react to the natural words that followed.

"Who's going to be a father was a big deal.

· · · · · ·?

The people on the ship faced each other. The words continued as everyone was making a dumb face.

"The right to be a mother was naturally passed on as a mother," he said. The courageous who challenged were put to a fair duel and then taken to the treatment room with their hips split apart.

No, what is it.

"The only place I had left was my father. But there were a hundred and sixty and four senior officials who gathered at the time.

The Vulcan sighs.

"A blood clot was about to happen," one of the newcomers disputed. My mother looks like that, and if my father was chosen that way, how would he feel about it?

· · · · · ·.

"We couldn't disagree on that, and we decided to take a more peaceful approach.

Soon a short digest passed.

The battle to praise the infant's innocence has returned to the victory of Vulcans who enjoy poetry as a hobby. But when he held her, the baby burst into tears, and he was unanimously impersonated.

Subsequently, the most experienced Vulcans were selected. But the brother accused him of burning milk while he was asleep, and he was unanimously impersonated.

Subsequently, the younger brother, who turned out to be equally lacking in qualities in all respects, withdrew.

The screen returns. The camera shines around the frozen face.

I didn't come to a conclusion, so I ended up voting, and then I decided to cover the results with a draw three months later.

It was kind of a lottery.

The baby was unveiled as a princess, the son of the new chief, and in the meantime 164 Vulcans scattered thought of themselves as fathers.

That was all.

· · What is it, that's it.

The commander opens his mouth, ignorant.

"So your kind tried to protect us without even knowing what it was?

The voice was trembling. But it was well revealed that the expression was not by fear, but by immersion.

Just because he might be his father, who just picked it up somewhere?

"Definitely me.

Vulcans are proud, but bitter.

"I had a good dream. But now I'm forced to give up the opportunity.

The camera glimpses a very sad face and a zinc face around it.

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"I didn't know Diego would fall this far."

[Well, isn't Segan saying 'I repented'?]

I sigh with the screen off.

The portrayal of the Vulcans as a kind and compassionate race was already scattered across many sides. It was just buried in the Jewish affair setting.

But when the facts came to light, the assessment began to turn upside down.

Of course, it was a possible reversal because it was Diego, not anyone else.

I trusted Rodriguez!

That was good.

Oh, my God. The Vulcans really seem to be a genetically programmed species of goodness.

That's right. On the other hand, the opponent is evil like a human being.

I heard there's a real possibility of being human.

b Don't be silly. I've seen 50 paintings on the front page a few times, but there's no such thing as an ambush.

Oh, you're a great fan. How many times you haven't thought about seeing a new series in a while, have you?

Wait, there's a new series?

Well, the result was, of course, predictable.

Ozzie CP, who brought me the news, noticed it.

"Hey, Fiddy."

"· · · Say."

Foreign traffic to the VODs in the "Study Journal". "

"It's going to climb significantly. I know."

In my words, he shakes his head in a vague manner.

"No."

"No?"

"It's not significant, it's climbing enormously."

"· · · · · ·."

I straightened my head.

"Why do you feel a sense of timing? · · So what do you want me to do?"

Ozzie Ho CP looked at me again.

"That's it · · · · ·."

"I can't hear you now if you come and ask me to show my support or pretend to retrieve my vengeance."

Ozzie Ho CP became dumb after eating honey. It looks like those two were all there.

It was unacceptable to me. I'm still stunned when I think about what the calligrapher looks like after being pushed into public opinion.

Although Seo Soo-hyun helped me stitch it up, I still wondered if it was actually neatly resolved. I wanted to specification more numbers.

"Hey, Fiddy. In fact, Choi Choi Jung said,"

"I'm sorry, but please tell me it's going to be difficult."

I cut it with a dagger.

In fact, I could barely stand to say, 'Make it yourself.' Ozzie Ho CP also noticed that look.

After that, I went straight to the calligrapher. I was worried that Mental would be shaken again.

"What are we going to do about this?"

Or else, the calligrapher was ripping his head off. I quickly went into consolation.

"What can I do? Just ignore it and go the other way."

Seo-yerin looks at my face.

"· · · May I?"

"I'd rather hear of other options."

"Well, I guess I have to."

Writer Seo-yerin made a nice face. Fortunately, it was a bit of a true tint.

While I was relieved, she groaned again as she pressed Zigsy's eye.

"The viewers are really scary."

"Yes."

"I was just finishing the draft yesterday and I was going to show it to Fiddy today. How did you deduce it?"

"That's it. What?"

What did I hear?

While doubting whether my ears were functioning properly, Seo-yerin wedged with a sigh.

"It must have been too obvious a reversal. That's why there's nothing fresh."

I blinked quickly. I think it would have been about ten times a second if I hadn't.

The voice split slightly.

"So you're saying that the sound you're hearing right now is real?"

"Mmm."

The calligrapher counts her fingers quietly and laughs.

"· · · 8?"

"· · · · · ·."

Seo-yerin scratched my cheek when she saw my face.

"Don't look at it like that. Well, technically, there's no difference between a draft and a draft."

I felt like listening to an alien language.

An obvious reversal? A draft?

· · · Where to?

Yoon Ga-yeon became a pioneer in the New World, so you founded the Galactic Federation and destroyed Vulcan?

What is the novel nonsense that the "Jewelry Box" in the Research Journal actually refers to a star-filled sacred world?

"That's nothing more than the exterior of the work, Mr. Fiddy. The skeletons and columns remain unchanged at all."

Writer Seo-yerin said with a serious face.

"As you know, the Journal of Research was originally a two-protagonist growth. They each have their own wounds and inferiorities, and they wear their own external masks."

I was a little calm.

Yes, it's the essence of the "Research Journal."

"I can't get over it. Instead, you realize how different the world is in understanding it. It's invisible, but it's connected."

I did. That's what I wanted to tell Seo-yerin. Fortunately, he was not lost again.

· · · This does not seem to justify the story becoming a space pioneer.

[No, it's true.]

However, Kim Chul was a little touched.

[The important thing is the bones, Prefect. As long as the same person is drawn, any stage will eventually converge into the same story.]

'· · · Really? Instead of setting up a new lab on Earth, you're putting a flag on an interstellar colony?'

[Cancer.]

After thinking about it, I came to the conclusion that I was the only sane person. Therefore, I decided to call a fair majority to ask.

That's how four additional people came together.

The first one to open his mouth was Gia. I looked forward to a little frowning.

"Awesome."

"So?"

"Yes! This is so cool, sister! More than any end I've ever seen!"

Gia became a god and began to buzz.

· · · Yeah, what do I want from you? I turned my gaze to the next batter.

"Well, that's fine. I think it's going to take me a little too long to spin."

"I believe you'll do well."

"Hm."

Idona was showing off her peculiar ties with the writer by standing up to me.

"That's a big scale. I have a growing role to play!"

At least Hong Ji Ho was just as happy to see his appearances increase.

"Mmm."

I was forced to give Park Jin-tae my only hope at the end. He was thinking of something with his eyes closed.

Park Jintae was not an official of the Research Journal , but his eyes were clear on the screenplay. Idona and Hong Ji-ho all studied brilliantly, but it would have taken much longer to climb into the same position as now without his eyes in the early days.

Park Jintae will certainly be able to replace what I'm saying.

That's what I was expecting.

Park Jintae opened his eyes. He had a cool face in his journal.

"Absolutely. I see now, Jules."

I was blind, so I was terrified.

· · · What?

"This was all your plan."

I blinked. Park Jintae was staring at me with his eyes full of awe.

· · · What the hell are you talking about?

105 Horses cannot live in the grass (9) End