The hook, when it struck out of the blue, had that hysterical acid-tinged clarity that she'd been expecting, and almost forgotten, throughout those lean years of consulting. What a plan! Rolling onto the couch, she kicked off her shoes and cried with the beauty of it. If only they'd taught this feeling at business school. Here was a certain winner, and she knew exactly where to sell it. The Man would pay top dollar for this sort of expertise.

Aaah, yes. Augmentation of human intelligence.

I mean, look at the credentials: this game comes straight from the really great greats: Engelbart, Licklider, Bush, Ted Nelson, even the unruly Parc mob. But at the same time, the mere suggestion that your customers' intelligence could use some improvement is just so ticklishly apt. Striding those long manly corridors of power.

(...to be continued...)