The issue with Marc Love's 

LinkedIn

history being normal wasn't that it was normal. It was that a person with such a normal background ought to have a different fingerprint on social media. More friends. At least a few mutuals with George. But there rwas nada. Marc Love was like an AI generated agent or something.

George was now spending a lot more time researching Marc Love than the wife would want. She would complain about him not coming to dinner on time, for staying up late researching 'conspiracy theories' as she put it. It was putting such a damper on their marriage that he was about to call off his wild sheep chase even though he had a feeling he was onto something in his gut.

He was about to give up the chase. Until one night he saw an auto-play video on Twitter showing some high school kid dancing. This dance sparked something within George. A past memory... or a feeling. It was the same feeling he got when he used to watch the 

Blue Man

 dance. He tried looking for videos. It was hard. He had to go on the dark web. Download a shady looking media file. He did this on a virtualized desktop so that his computer wouldn't be infected. But after a few hours he finally ahd it. There he was watching the Blue Man dance. He rubbed his weary eyes. "That can't be Marc can it?!?"