You'd be naive if you think you are going to retain any control once you option a character to TV.

I work with the dead, but I am working for the living.

Ben locked his eyes on mine for a long moment. Then, “How?” “How do you think?” I smiled, then slapped him full across the face

Everyone’s gone mad, typing to themselves all day long like mindless robots.

Fine. Everybody wears seatbelts. No radio. No distractions.” Ben shot Hi a stern look. “No running commentary.” “Your loss,” Hi said. “To the pimp ride!

An elite confederacy of nerds. My peeps

Many fiction writers who put the science in dont get it right.