Stooping, Tarkey drew close and whispered, a little too loudly Vernon thought, “She’s Ms Negativa”. Vernon felt as if the whole event was sinking into farce. He whispered back to Tarkey, “for real, Negativa?” Tarkey looked again at his guest list and corrected his mistake, “Ms N. Egatvia.”
Vernon pulled himself up to his five foot five and spoke calmly into the microphone, “Ms Egatvia, I am sorry to say that until humans have given something meaning, all is nonsense. Not being human the nonsense filter does not render things meaningful it filters out that which has no meaning.”
Looking back at the occasion through the soft warm glow of certitude known as hindsight Vernon always told himself he should have stopped there at the safety rail of truthful anti-climax. But he had not.
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