If there’s a golden sun in school, then there’s America on Earth.
No matter how many geniuses are born in India, they inevitably belong to America in the end.
As the 6th in the school but only 5th in my class, all the Republic of Korea could do was stare at the lost Na-me in a daze.
[(Notice) NoName Service Termination Notice]
Hello, this is the Republic of Korea Operations Team.
We sincerely thank the citizens who have shown us endless love and interest in NoName.
Unfortunately, we have decided that we can no longer provide satisfactory service for NoName, and we will terminate the service on December 9, 2052 (Monday).
We kindly ask for your warm interest and support for the newly launched NoName (Open Beta – US Server).
Thank you.
(2043.06.11. ~ 2052.12.09.)
[Comments]
– What is this? Give me back my NoName!
– Is there a developer out there who sinks ships while the water’s coming in?
– I think this exceeds what even America would do.
– Secretary Murphy seemed like a good guy, but who knew he’d take away NoName?
– Maybe they just went for a mood refresh, why all the fuss?
└ There are hundreds, if not thousands, of wizards who couldn’t return globally because of that.
└ Voluntary confinement, whoa.
└ Wouldn’t the endless Na-de-na-da of the golden sun be more enticing than some basement dweller’s gaslighting?
└ That metaphor really hits home.
– It seems that “MRI 3,800 won (=$9,000)” will not be possible anymore.
└ I doubt even NoName could pull that off.
– They even went so far as to change their name.
└ Ah, I thought it was originally an English name.
The public showed different reactions among ‘denial-anger-bargaining-depression-acceptance.’
There were those who denied reality and those who quickly accepted it, but most remained in the anger stage.
Anger, anger, and more anger.
As time passed and news of Na-me from across the Pacific came in, the pit of regret deepened.
[Photo News) NoName arrives at Washington Dulles Airport, invited by President Newsom]
NoName made her official appearance after two months.
Her first impression was much whiter than the soft snowflake falling at the airport.
Wearing a white sweater, a white wool scarf, and a pure white square beanie.
Her pale skin added a mystical aura reminiscent of an Eastern Snow White.
Na-me descended the stairs escorted by Secretary of State Murphy and stepped onto the red carpet.
It was a perfect resurrection after a long period of self-reflection.
[Live) Washington Dulles International Airport]
– Wow, the atmosphere is insane.
– She’s really cuteㅠㅠㅠ I missed you, Na-me.
– How can she get prettier as she grows up?
– She didn’t bully others, she just hit the bullies, and what a controversy, haha, this country is really exhausting.
– She came back as an ice princess.
– Seriously, did they really roll out the red carpet… I think these guys are serious.
– Is all that behind the fence people who came to see Na-me?
The American melting pot is a relentless place.
From the start, a country that proclaimed itself multicultural has a strong tendency to make everything its own.
Just look at how Italians transformed espresso into the trembling Americano that shocked them.
The once forbidden Americano, diluted coffee, has now become the global coffee standard.
And NoName was picked up on the radar in America just as well.
The proof of this was in the journalists densely gathered in the White House briefing room—over a hundred of them.
The viewership of the briefing broadcast exceeded one million.
It was hard to believe she would gain such immense popularity, but there was no atmosphere of disbelief.
Starting from the unfortunate background of being a survivor of the Valpurgis terror, to proving mathematical problems, the news of the fan meeting spread during Cannon King Live, and the event that planted the final flag in the massive task of vision.
It was all content that an American might have heard of once or twice from some news outlet.
The foundation for Na-me’s soaring rise was already well-established.
Now, it was just waiting for the media to blow the issue up.
Just as the whole nation of the Republic of Korea had been crazy about Ham Cho-rong in the past, America was restless for the birth of a young star wizard.
[NoName ‘White’ Airport Fashion Attention, Carhartt Square Beanie Gains Public Interest ↑]
At the same time, America operates on a strict capitalist basis.
All companies and media had calculated that every move she makes would derive infinite value.
In simpler terms, it means making money.
What’s the easiest way to rake in cash?
Make as many people’s wallets open as possible.
To do that, you first need to be famous, and also become an object of admiration.
Chanel did, Apple did, and so did Tesla.
Not only was NoName leaving a giant footprint in human history, but she also regularly engaged in charitable deeds.
At this point, her appearance wasn’t even that important…
But with her outstanding looks paired with that, marketing interest was all focused on one spot.
At the request of Secretary Yulisis Murphy and President Tessa Newsom of Montana, she took on a brief speech of about three minutes.
Standing in front of a log table for World Human Rights Day, Na-me was ready.
As the White House spokesperson stepped down from the podium, the American flag fluttered lightly.
*
[I’ve never given a speech in my life.]
[It’s not a speech; just freely share your thoughts on human rights. Please don’t feel too pressured.]
The White House spokesperson’s advice felt insincere.
How can you not feel pressured in this situation?
Compared to the pressure from 10,000 viewers, the pressure from the hundred Washington press corps was beyond imagination.
Who knows how many are watching this live?
With the U.S. population being six times that of our country, it was estimated about 100,000.
“First, it’s a great honor to be invited to the White House to discuss the widespread human rights abuses in the world.”
Delivering the customary opening words, I reflected further.
If I could persuade others with words, I wouldn’t have had to resort to violence in my past life.
Being young is truly a comforting thought in moments like this.
As soon as I said one line, the journalists clapped with pleased expressions as if they found something humorous.
I resolved to utter every thought that came to mind.
I began my speech with a question.
“Ladies and gentlemen, have you ever experienced a deprivation of human rights?”
A chilling silence suddenly filled the press room.
That was already a mistake with the very first line.
But words once released cannot be taken back.
I had to make the best of it somehow.
“There was a girl who was trapped in a virtual reality capsule since birth.
She couldn’t hear people’s conversations.
All sounds were distorted, and chat texts were scrambled.
She couldn’t converse with anyone.
Her brain waves attempting to communicate were blocked by the language processor module.
Every day, the girl was threatened for her life in that cramped capsule, unable to eat, drink, or even move freely.
Meanwhile, her mother quietly lived her life by her side.
Now the girl thinks,
‘There’s nothing I can do.’
She feels powerless.
She loses the meaning of life.
This, I believe, is what it feels like to have your human rights deprived.”
In that moment, emotions surged, and I almost stumbled over my words, but I barely navigated through the crisis.
When the camera flashes became more frequent, I continued my speech.
“Her mother worked for a year, and after six years of meaningless repetitive labor, she managed to survive for a total of seven years.
In that virtual reality, everyone she met blinked SOS signals.
Thanks to being rescued only after seven years, she was able to arrive at this place.
Do you think it’s horrific?
Do you think cases like her are exceptional?
If so, please hear my story a little longer.”
The reporters all covered their mouths and stared with serious expressions.
From here on, I needed to re-organize my thoughts for the important message.
“The world outside turned out not to be hell, but it certainly wasn’t heaven either.
War, conflict, hate crimes—many people were under life-threatening conditions.
They cannot hear the discussions happening here today.
Their voices have yet to reach this place.
But they are undoubtedly still sending out SOS signals.”
To whom, you ask?
Those with problems cannot reach out to those who can help solve them.
Those who can provide solutions cannot reach out to those with issues.
None of it is someone’s fault.
“Some say it’s very difficult to address human rights issues and only the government can solve them.
But this is wrong.
Human rights are easy.
Please think carefully if there’s anyone in your school, workplace, or community who’s feeling powerless, unable to resist, and has lost the meaning of life.
Bullying in schools, workplace harassment, cyberbullying, or discrimination based on race, gender, or disability.
Victims of human rights violations have likely been sending out SOS signals long before now.
To whom, you ask?
To you.”
Everyone sends out signals for help.
In hopes that just one person would reach out to them.
“We individuals need to become more sensitive.
This doesn’t mean being politically correct or censored.
Understand what the distress signals are.
Just knowing if someone needs help is enough.
If it’s beyond your own abilities, let others know.
When that practice becomes a thousand, and a thousand becomes a million, and a million becomes a billion.
Can you imagine how advanced our society will be?
The benefits of a developed society will come back to you.
Human rights are maintained by people helping each other.
It’s all of you who can save another girl.
Thank you.
Thank you for saving my life.”
Yet again, I realize I really lack gift of gab.
I wish I could at least follow in Goebbels’ footsteps.
