It was a dark and foggy night, many months after Lauren Ipsum had gone back home to Hamilton. A lighthouse flashed. Flashed. Flashed. Flashed.
The flashes didn’t carry any messages this night. The fog was too thick to send signals, so the Network was down. The powerful lights were needed for their original purpose: to warn boats away from dangerous rocks.
As it happened, only one boat was around, and it didn’t need warning. It was exactly where it was supposed to be.
The Jargonaut was the boat, and Kevin Kelvin was its captain. The boat was large and flat and plain. Near the front was a little cabin where Kelvin lived. The ...