I contacted the seminar organizers, but they weren’t able to give me much on the pair—just a Matrix address in Mérida. Clemente and Montoya had signed up for the conference just three weeks ago, and had somehow managed to make all of their travel plans and visa arrangements in that short period of time. They were attendees, rather than speakers, and so hadn’t been asked to send any biographical data. They’d made only one inquiry: whether it was possible to distribute religious educational material at the conference. The sim-sense chips, obviously. Which explained why they had so many of them, all the same.