Mapina: A Play

It`s a fabulously sunny day at the MAP complex of associated structures that make up the Institute. From the air, bodies can be seen far below, moving about the greenified environs of the center, and its huge sprawling collection of related housings that contain the giant brain of the MAP ethos. Spawned archingly over the entire scene in letters of different colored stonework that hang seemingly unsupported, but always visible to air traffic, and those who care to look up from beneath the legend, which is blazoned across the heavens, and spanning each unseen horizon, blares unsounded the ethos of the MAP Institute`s complex brain, THE PEDOPHILES WON`T BE VISITING THEIR SKULLS AGAIN. Like some giant mosque below, the complex of MAP buildings stretches out across the landscape as a very fat spider with more legs than can be safely descried and remain sane.