In a world where words are limited, Tom Brennan grudgingly handles appeals from citizens who claim that their WordMeters are mal functioning. After he’s assigned a string of bizarre clients, the Word Representative’s life spins out of control.
As ‘alternative facts’ began to overrun every corner of free
speech, Western Civilization found itself divided like never
before. Shouting replaced listening. Each side was utterly
convinced of its rightness. Spoken words gushed forth,
regardless of law or propriety. Citizens saw a verbal Civil
War on the horizon and demanded something be done.
Welcome to the world of the WordMeter, where every
utterance is not only counted but also granted at the
discretion of the higher powers. Everyone agrees this is a
generous system because allotments of words can be
replenished simply by scratching a winning ticket in the
WordLotto.
speech, Western Civilization found itself divided like never
before. Shouting replaced listening. Each side was utterly
convinced of its rightness. Spoken words gushed forth,
regardless of law or propriety. Citizens saw a verbal Civil
War on the horizon and demanded something be done.
Welcome to the world of the WordMeter, where every
utterance is not only counted but also granted at the
discretion of the higher powers. Everyone agrees this is a
generous system because allotments of words can be
replenished simply by scratching a winning ticket in the
WordLotto.
