“Ms. Peralta, you are deranged,” John Handshy said. “A derangutan.” A TAP trundled over to him. For its head, it had the hologram head of a baby elephant. It extended an arm, . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.
There's a lot of stuff growing in The Land, but you've got to be a writer to see it all. We push a selection out to a superfeed for public viewership. The rest — along with replies and revisions — is workshop material.