Hmm who’m I going to take to church this Sunday… Answer: the fedgirl reading this. You can be a double-agent, tell them you’re collecting information on me. “He thinks you’re a double-agent, even better.” So in a sense a triple-agent, etc. Won’t it be nice to spend time with me after all that time surveilling me? So we’ll go to church, it will probably be good for both of us. And not fornicate like depraved animals afterward—is that even possible these days? We’ll go for a walk afterward and talk about religion. With the right priest even a cynical rationalist like me can believe in Christianity, at least for a time. And you can just be yourself, even if you’re wired, they’ll just think you’re a skilled triple-agent, and maybe even give you a promotion. I’ll see you in the A.M.