We are Netrophil. You cannot stop us. You cannot find us. We are just like you.

There have been rumours of Pandora Haze, a technology company working with the government, creating a way to control humans. There have been rumours of suspicious tests in genetics laboratories all over the country. There have been death threats and bombings and fires and, once or twice, a few mostly-accidental murders. Netrophil is the group responsible. Unfortunately, it mostly consists of university students who don't understand the dangers. This is the story of how Janine attempts to lead a cell of revolutionaries who are, let's be honest, more interested in whether she's having sex with Sara Smith than the destruction of humanity.

Or, the one where all your faves are part of Netrophil.

Superheroes save people.  Operators save people.  Therefore, operators are superheroes.  It all makes sense.

The afterlife was a lot like Cornwall, really.

Eugene doesn't understand how a nation could be so enthralled with a sport in which men in ridiculously white clothing stand around doing nothing for absurdly long periods of time. Jack corrects him, with the assistance of what seems like every child in Abel under ten.

Wherein Sam fails to explain the Muggle concept of 'zombies', Jack has a boyfriend (he's in Canada) and Maxine loses a game of gobstones on purpose.