You never stand for that, I suppose? DARKSHAWLED FIGURES OF THE CIRCUMCISED, IN SACKCLOTH AND ASHES, STAND BY THE WAILING WALL.
Forbes Magazine (its non-economic articles, in any case) hasn't been worthy of examining considering the fact that the aged male (Malcolm) died. His son (Steve) is a doctinaire dolt, and the magazine reflects that. Right-wing journal speaking crap correct prior to an election.
The side quest is to gather audio logs, and they are all the usual suspects: Passive-aggressive male who complains about how the fellas jogging the spot are all evil and stupid, hysterical guy in a cabinet who will get abruptly lower off by grisly noises, and that one quite credulous fellow who begins worshiping the aliens as gods, and who will likely end up intentionally sucking on a encounter hugger, nature's communion wafer.