GROUSE SEASON BEGINS.

They do not have what they call “emotion’s oxygen” in the atmosphere. The medium in which animal life breathes is not in that soulless place. Yellow plains under white hot blue sky. Metal cities controlled by The Elders who are heads in bottles. Fastest brains preserved forever.
Only form of immortality open to the Insect People of Minraud. An intricate bureaucracy wired to the control brains directs all movement.

Even so there is a devious underground operating through telepathic misdirection and camouflage. The partisans make recordings ahead in time and leave the recordings to be picked up by control stations while they are free for a few seconds to organize underground activities. Largely the underground is made up of adventurers who intend to outthink and displace the present heads.