My special guest, who kindly agreed to discuss his work and community, needs little in the way of introduction. Few people are quite so immediately recognizable as Anonymous.
Anon.: My pleasure.
Geo.: First off, I want you to know I will respect your anonymity by not using your name.
Anon.: Thoughtful of you but awkward and unnecessary. My name really is Anonymous.
Geo.: And how did you come by that name?
Anon.: My parents. Everybody in my country is named Anonymous --a custom introduced long ago by one of our preeminent educators to simplify classroom roll-call.
Geo.: But I thought Anonymous was a worldwide pseudonym. Where exactly is your country?
Anon.: That will need explaining. You must understand, we are two-dimensional beings. Look at me and tell me what you see.
Geo.: A sort of silhouette.
Anon.: Exactly, a form of inexpensive portraiture named after a frugal French finance minister, Étienne de Silhouette, a great hero. There are many silhouettes honoring Silhouette in our country because there is no other practical representation for two-dimensional people. You see a freestanding shadow. Watch what happens when I turn sideways.
Geo.: Good heavens! You disappeared!
Anon.: Right! Now I face you again...
Geo.: You're back!
Anon.: Turn sideways, gone! Frontways, I'm back. Gone. Back. Gone. Back...
Geo.: Stop it!
Anon.: Hee hee! Sorry. I'd like you to meet my wife. Dear, turn frontways.
Mrs. Anon.: Hi! Call me Ann. I'm going to explain where our country is. You know, when you look at an atlas or a globe you see all these states, provinces, counties, nations divided up into thousands of shapes all over the world. They are separated by borders which, on maps, are represented by lines. We live in those lines, Geo. That's where we work and play. That's where we sleep in sheepskin binders, in a net caressing Earth. That is our country.
Geo.: And this "work", please tell me about it.
Ann: For a long time we posed for artwork on municipal signs. Here's a print of our family visiting our daughter's --or maybe it's our son's-- grampa...or gramma. Recognize anyone?
Anon.: Oh yes, as Ann says, we were already citizens of a world-encompassing net, so it was with great enthusiasm we greeted the electronic "Internet" created by you 3-d people. We felt it was made just for us. So we learned how to sell and advertise, influence and coerce people into buying all kinds of stuff. We live on commission now. Never been more prosperous!
Geo.: Ah, that's about all we have time for. Any closing items?
Anon.: Well, we shouldn't leave without playing our country's National Anthem.
Geo.: I'll see if I can bring it up on the internet.
Ann: Oh, don't trouble yourself, Geo. Our boy, or maybe it's a girl (Andie?Amos?), anyway the kid already got into your laptop and has it ready --a great interpretation by the incomparable John C. Reilly. All rise!