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[Forwarded from a Yale bboard by Shrager@CMU-PSY-A.] THE ADVENTURES OF JOE LISP, T MAN Brought to you by: *AI-LUNCH*, its hot, its cold, its more than a lunch... This week's episode: The Case of the Bogus Expert Part I It was late on a Tuesday and I was dead in my seat from nearly an hour of grueling mail reading and idle chit-chat with random passers by. The only light in my office was the soft glow from my CRT, the only sound was the pain wracked rattle of an over-heated disk. It was raining out, but the steady staccato rhythm that beat its way into the skulls of others was held back by the cold concrete slabs of my windowless walls. I like not having windows, but that's another story. I didn't hear her come in, but when the scent of her perfume hit me, my head swung faster than a Winchester. She was wearing My-Sin, a perfume with the smell of an expert, but that wasn't what impressed me. What hit me was her contours. She had a body with all the right variables. She wore a dress with a single closure that barely hid the dynamic scoping of what was underneath. Sure I saw her as an object, but I guess I'm just object oriented. It's the kind of operator I am. After she sat down and began to tell her story I realized that her sophisticated look was just cover. She was a green kid, still wet behind the ears. In fact she was wet all over. As I said, it was raining outside. It's an easy inference. It seems the kid's step-father had disappeared. He had been a medical specialist, diagnosis and prescription, but one day he started making wild claims about knowledge and planning and then he vanished. I had heard of this kind before. Some were specialists. Some in medicine, some in geology, but all were the same kind of guy. I looked the girl in the eye and asked the one question she didn't want to hear, "He's rule-based, isn't he?". She turned her head away and that was all the answer I needed. His kind were cold, unfeeling, unchanging, but she still loved him and wanted him back again. Once I got a full picture of the guy I was sure that I knew where to find him, California. It was the haven for his way of thinking and acting. I was sure that he had been swept up by the EXPERTS. They were a cult that had grown up in the past few years, promising fast and easy enlightenment. What they didn't tell you was that the price was your ability to understand itself. He was there, as sure as I was a T Man. I knew of at least one operative in California who could be trusted, and I knew that I had to talk to him before I could do any further planning. I reached for the phone and gave him a call. The conversation was short and sweet. He had resource conflicts and couldn't give me a hand right now. I assumed that it had to be more complex than that and almost said that resource conflicts aren't that easy to identify, but I had no time to waste on in fighting while the real enemy was still at large. Before he hung up, he suggested that I pick up a radar detector if I was planning on driving out and asked if I could grab a half-gallon of milk for him on the way. I agreed to the favor, thanked him for his advice and wished him luck on his tan... That's all for now kids. Tune in next week for the part two of: The Case of the Bogus Expert Starring JOE LISP, T MAN And remember kids, Wednesdays are *AI-LUNCH* days and 11:45 is the