The Dot-Commie had a nice tapered chin and a smooth, tall genius forehead. He was the ladies’ man version of a geek. Determined to avoid the kid’s eager handshake, DeFanti absently patted the barrel of his faithful old Questar. The gingko was hitting his brain with a hot quiet rush now. The Dot-Commie had something big on his mind, and it would be complicated. It would be way too complicated. The Dot-Commie’s personal schemes always included lots of extra gears and switches, just for their geeky coolness.