“I’m in trouble Jean Luc. I need to develop an algorithm that filters nonsense and renders the incoming data meaningful. More than that, I’ve promised to develop one. Did you listen to the recording I left with you?”
“Yes Vernon. I’d need a nonsense filter to decipher most of it, but the gist is clearly that you sometimes drink too much, there are people who will abuse you when you do, and you’re in too deep. What role did you say ‘old long-legs’ had in all of this?”
Vernon stroked his beard as if clearing away deadwood; “She’s Tarkey’s guardian angel and my nemesis, what’s more she’s his doting mother.” Articulating the last phrase vehemently, as if an expletive, caused several students to turn and glance their way.
Check out section 56 on The Novel page and a precis of the story so far on the Updates page