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.
George Glass stood in his customary spot, white knuckles on the cold steel railings of the catwalk above the finishing tanks. Too often he found his work at the TransMesoAmerican Endeavors’ Research . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.