The digital void between reality and fiction is over populated with scam artist hustling to con people into believing that help, love, and riches have arrived. Occasionally the ill-repute cast a line into my space hoping for a bite. This time the bait goes by Christine Debbie, a 30 year old gal looking for love in all the right places. She better have piano wire for line, cuz this fishing trip is going to get odd.

Madam Scammer, casting a line at 3:10 a.m. on a Thursday morning is a brilliant move; gives the impression of a desperate newly single chick, just home from a self-loathing bender of Ladies Night drink specials and unanswered text to her ex-boyfriend. You wanna fish at this hour? Best have your big girl panties on, because this fish swims in weird waters.

I am still not convinced Christine is real, or a robot… A.I. decision trees are getting advanced, and I don’t feel like wasting my time on algorithms. Simple geography errors in a question are the best way to smoke out a foreign scammer. Nibble, nibble, nibble.

WRONG ANSWER!!! There is no bar in San Jose called Catfishing. She must have failed her Hogwartz entrance exam too — Diagon Alley is reserved for those wizards needing supplies. This poor soul has no clue that she is becoming tangled in an international fur smuggling net, and the main antagonist is heading toward a spiritual awakening. Yo mine now…

To be continued.