Interview with the GEP

I wait patiently while Echo Adams pours a glass of my most expensive white wine, a Sirius '45, and then strolls over to the most comfortable chair in the room. A purple-feathered dragon bird decked out in gaudy jewelry settles onto the chair arm beside her and peers at me in curiosity.

"Okay, I'm ready," Echo says, and then sips from her glass.

"So," I begin. "You're a vampire."

She snorts. "Of course I'm not a vampire. Vampires don't exist. I'm a GEP."

"I'll bite. (no pun intended.) What's a...