When Hunter the administrator becomes Hunter the novelist, all that changes, but again in a predictable way. Her hair samples reveal sleeplessness, an increase in alcohol and caffeine, and her spending fluctuates in line with the arrhythmic heartbeat of publication and payment. She acquires caprices, collections, unlikely tastes. Where did she come across semiotics? How did she acquire an interest in meaning and significance, in playful academic surreality and the philosophy of self? Well, all right, say that she studied online. She chatted and read and thought about everything. She was always a secret Einstein, a Ramanujan, a lifelong thinker stuck behind a desk who, upon finally emerging from the shadows after decades of silent consideration, is full of sophisticated notions and seems to appear from nowhere. She reinvented Wittgenstein’s wheel. Fine.