As a national mouthpiece, a TV reporter relentlessly presses an ordinary citizen with the question, "What are your thoughts on the current political situation?" After stammering and failing to articulate a coherent response, the citizen utters the syllables "MAKE LOVE." Government officials, hypersensitive to the sound of "LOVE," immediately summon the citizen and offer a high salary, thus giving birth to a national broadcaster. The mechanical, icy "LOVE" becomes the country's slogan, plastered across every street and alley. 　　 The political landscape shifts in the blink of an eye. Before the broadcaster can even grow tired of saying "LOVE," the slogan is hastily changed to "PROPATRI" in line with the war. And the TV reporter, naturally, does not forget to diligently carry out their essential duties.