“What’s an algorithm?” Vernon asked breathlessly as he bundled himself into the car. “Asimov stories are full of them. Aren’t they the basis of apps and all that?”
“Kind of Vernon. What d’you want with an algorithm, or an app for that matter?” Jean-Luc had both hands on the steering wheel as if waiting for the starting flag to fall. He looked at Vernon with a mixture of affection, pity and puzzlement.
“Just give me a snapshot now as I have to rush off and get Nsansa to Ely Station tonight. I’ll give you all the gory details next week. Suffice it to say I’m being lent on by McGuin. So if you help me, you’ll be saving a life and sustaining the revolution.”