Having been “forcibly dethroned” from the studio, Onule was a throwback to days gone by. Conjuring 1940’s teleplays, Onule was only able to broadcast eight shows before he met his untimely end.
Was it murder?
Was it suicide?
Was it an errant raspberry cookie?
It was murder.
Thankfully for *rf, as cliche as it may be, in space, no one can hear you scream.
Especially when your trachea is drowning in erythrocytes…
Also, it just so happened to be during the one hundred years when murder was made legal for “Population Stabilization” purposes…