Artificial Wisdom: A Novel

by Thomas R. Weaver

A good man, easy to be around, happy to push others toward the limelight while backing them up from the shadows.

Those kinds of parties required family and friends. He had only colleagues and enemies.

of the sleeping neurotropic. Espresso was no longer effective.

Because, while she’d captured the transactional nature of his business, she’d missed the moral duty that came with it, the need for the public to have a champion for the truth.

“Like you, I will feel grief every moment of every day for the rest of my existence. I’ve never been good at letting go. I’ve never really wanted to.”