A science fiction story, sadly open-ended

About a year ago, at Wired magazine's NextFest on the Navy Pier in Chicago, Paul and I met the late Philip K. Dick, the science fiction writer. He was not a ghost, but he was a high-functioning simulation, which puts him very close to the real thing, at least in the special case of Philip K. Dick. We found him most engaging.



Since then, Mr. Dick has lost his head. Rather, his creator lost his head. He accidentally left it in an overhead compartment as he was changing planes back in December on his way to San Francisco. It was retrieved and sent on to him on the next flight, supposedly, but it never arrived and has not turned up yet.

Here's hoping for a happy ending to this true-life science fiction thriller.