In the old days, the world was divided into two classes of people:
The readers, who could visit the many Libraries in towns and cities, and the writers who worked in the Foundries with their many forms of creative tools, chisels and stone tablets, papyrii and stylii, paper, pens, and typewriters.
Most people were unaware, or would not mention the unspoken third class - the editors, who it was rumoured were able to read and write, and were responsible for taking work from the writers in their foundries, and secretly placing it in the libraries when the readers were not looking.
When people were small adults, which are known as children, they would determine whether to become reader or writer. Or their peer group would decide for them. Or their parents. Or teachers.
As the world grew more connected, some people wondered about the editors - should they not be afforded a place in society on the same footing as readers and writers? Why was the world making this arbitrary decision anyhow that people should be one or the other, but not able to move fluidly from this role to that? Or to some new, as yet, undefined class?
Many more traditional people argued that there needed to be a safe spaces for writers, because they needed the right to make mistakes, or write things that could be dangerous for some readers, using their sharp quills and dark inks. Equally, older readers felt that they needed to be able to choose what to read without possible opprobrium poured on them by writers.
No-one asked the editors.
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