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by Michael Warren Lucas

“That’s the trick.” He coughed into his fist. “See, if you’re an expert on something, you can get a speaking slot at one of the more local cons. But once people know who you are, you can submit to talks all over. The con pays airfare, hotel, and you get them to delay your return for a couple days. You pay those hotel days, sure. The con gets sponsors to pay for travel, so you’re pretty much flying on Google or Microsoft’s dime, or one of the Foundations, and they get their money from the big guys.” Matheson raised his fork to point at Dale. “You, sir—next year, wait to go home. See some of Ottawa. Parliament Hill. Diefenbunker. There’s cheap hotels, like, Chinatown, or Little Italy. Get some poutine.”