by Mike BozartTwo familiar agents (32 and 33) ride bikes from the east Charlotte (USA) neighborhood of Windsor Park to Cotswold Mall in southeast Charlotte on a splendid April morning. The route is meticulously noted (for map freaks). Once at the desired restaurant, a seating error is remedied and an odd analogy for human lives is discussed. The topic of recursion emerges once again. More meta-real mayhem, psecret psociety pstyle. A 2000-word pshort pstory.