Hello Grandmother,

I’ve had enough time now to sit down and really try to put the last few weeks in perspective. And with the terror of the Valhalla attack behind us, I’m starting to better understand what really happened to me in Oz.

Once I was deemed important enough by the soldiers roughing me up, I was taken to what amounts to Oz’s administrative class. One of the important distinctions between here and there is that while we have to slave for years trying to develop a new form of artificial life, they only have to sprinkle the right magic powder to create their own animated progeny. And with their obsession with modern earth culture, they’ve moved passed scarecrows and pumpkin people. The city bureaucrats that currently run the Emerald City are what we colloquially refer to as “mannequins”. Which I can tell you is fairly intimidating in an interrogation. But not nearly as intimidating as what came next.

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