We start to learn a little more about the man who built ExComm: Clive Barrett. My mental model for him is a cross between Felicks Dzerzhinsky and James Jesus Angleton. NOT a healthy combination!
I had planned a slightly surreal soliliquy by Barrett about what-all he’s trying to accomplish with ExComm but it simply would not fit: the man is too much a monster and the words didn’t work in his mouth. I’ve already about 800 words after this scene and once I see Sylvia back to her flat I think things are going to take a turn for the surreal. That’s fine; I have never gone fully surreal and I like to push my own limits with each new book.
But for now, here’s Sylvia talking FTF with her boss. Cheerio.