Roscoe was taking a recently demised fan on a tour of fannish heaven. "Here," he said, "are the Lit Fans. We have a librray containing every science fiction book and magazine ever published. Here are the Trek fans. As you can see we have given them life-size mock-ups of every starship used in the shows, and a full costume wardrobe (100% accurate, of course). This here is our Worldcon site. It has 2,000,000 hotel bedrooms, all on the ground floor, and not one of them more than 2 minutes walk from the convention center. Over there you can see the furries trying out new body forms..."

"It looks fabulous," said the dead fan, "everything I ever dreamed of. But tell me, what's behind that huge wall?"

"Oh," said Roscoe, "that's the Trufen, they like to pretend that they are the only ones here."