The storefront is bleak and unimpressive.
Looking into the windows of the Selcouth Information Emporium is the closest one will ever get to looking straight into the void. There is nothing but an endless, undulating black. Twice a day, a single harried figure can be seen scuttling through the locked door. This is the Reporter. She is the eyes and the ears of the Selcouth AI, which produces digital news and sometimes sells a book or two from the dreaded Storage Space.
The news cannot be said to be good or relevant. The headlines are vaguely threatening at best; the AI does not understand connotation. However, it does understand facts. It sees. It listens. It knows. The Reporter knows too, whether she likes it or not.
The Selcouth Information Emporium is unbiased, unrelenting, and unchangable. It has been producing the most accurate news in Neo-Tokyo ever since the Rend, and it will most likely continue churning out one mediocre, generally ignored article a day until the end of time.