Dinner is excellent and not just cause I’m space drunk. I’m not as think as you drunk I am. I say “Celebrate!” for my research is on and tomorrow we find God. Spare no expense! In fact no religion has yet to find out exactly how much money is needed to find God, they keep needing more. So…

A big budget is a wonderful thing. Of the thirty two active research’s currently listed mine’s the biggest once again. Yet I haven’t spent hardly any Government monets. My expenses lately have been literally out of pocket. And now in the latest ten minutes my staff grew by three hundred. We start with everything ever written about God and work backwards from there to rock piles and cave art. Nothing commed by the great eight to me about any interest at the library in God. Why send a librarian to liaise with me on a research into God? Who declares war on God? Not sensible librarians. What does the Public Library Board know about God? Probably everything. I should start there for sure and Moody hires another hundred juniors and clerks. Instantly the opinions on Gods existence flow into the chaotic data vacuum which is my style.

We refugees and fugitives at suits Armando’s are cut off, with destruction, a construction zone, and a police cordon keeping me from home. The UNG hold my tube. Housekeeping tells Suit that the locks have been overridden. I have clear vid of paramilitary burglars documenting my choices in sanitary suit liners. This gets great laughs at our tables.

“Forlney?” She beams at me from purest open warmheartedness. “You document the unknown for the Anti-library?”

She frowns at that. She gets quite clinical. “I’m not a librarian or anti-librarian. I’m a field trained unknowologist. We are certain you will encounter the active unknow. I intend to draw a publishable conclusion relative to the nature of the unknow aspects of current evolving deistic sociologies.” She gets worried for a moment. “Of course if you will allow me to liaise with your research…”

“Well you could wait around till I don’t know something, which shouldn’t take too long, or we could combine our research’s.”

“Combine…?” “Paul often combine’s with young female liaison’s.” “He’s married several.” “Eet is how we met in Paris WE...”

“The key to successful liaise-ing is to combine with the Senior Researcher.” I knit my fingers together and raise the universal gesture of combining toward the glowing screen zone that floats with a no-G lab suited co-ed at its center. “I need your help. I want to know what the Public Library Board doesn’t know about God. Isn’t that unknow not stored in the database of the non existent anti-library? The PLB stores all the information it can get into databases. All. All mans knowledge of God is stored in there somewhere. It could solve the whole question of Gods nature if we could find out what the Public Library does not know.” This should cover mysterianism amidst the shelves of unknow.

“I don’t know…”

“You’ll be my Aeropagite! Strip away the light and bring me a box of the darkest unknow!”

She got cagey with me, projecting a holo calling grant adviser between us for a moment. With a gesture he cleared it as covered by her contingency clause. “There’s a lot they don’t know…” She fairly growled. Soon she had to get a separate table for all the holo callers of her support staff, her Aeropagus in my Athens, interns all busily considering how to find out what the most knowledgeable organization known does not know. I knew they would love it.