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“OK, D — let’s take it to forty thousand.”  
“OK, Dee — let’s take it to forty thousand.”  


Denning’s broad digital brogue resonated in Boone’s earpiece. “Roger that, Commander.”  
Digital Voice Assistant Denning’s broad brogue resonated in Boone’s earpiece. “Roger that, Commander.”  


Instantly, Boone felt his weight shift back as the wingsuit’s ailerons self-trimmed, its leading edge adjusted, and power surged to the flanks. Exiting a flush of endorphin, Eagle Squadron Commander soared, bursting through a gossamer skin of cirrus and into a vaulted dome of vivid cobalt.  
Instantly, Boone felt his weight shift back as the wingsuit’s ailerons self-trimmed, its leading edge adjusted, and power surged to the flanks. Exiting a flush of endorphin, Eagle Squadron Commander soared, bursting through a gossamer skin of cirrus and into a vaulted dome of vivid cobalt.  
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He whistled. “Excuse me while I kiss the sky.”  
He whistled. “Excuse me while I kiss the sky.”  


“Altitude reset confirmed: forty thousand feet level, commander. Transferring control back to your fulcrum.”  
“Altitude reset confirmed: forty thousand feet level, Commander. Transferring control back to your fulcrum.”  


As the power surged back to his core, Boone swooped and dived towards cloudbase, cork-screwing in, flattening, kissing the meringue cloudtops and then arcing back up into the sun, just to feel the exhilaration and ''freedom''.  
As the power surged back to his core, Boone swooped and dived towards cloudbase, cork-screwing in, flattening, skimming the meringue cloud-tops then arcing back up into the sun, just to feel the exhilaration and the utter ''freedom''.  


The mares' tail patina was enough to render the kingdom below with a glamour-glow, through which its sunlit uplands glinted and sparkled like sacred crystals on a crown of green velvet.
The view was spectacular: the mares’ tail patina was just enough to render the terrain with a glamour-glow, through which its sunlit uplands glinted and sparkled like sacred crystals on a crown of green velvet.


A SaaS-generated four-dimensional risk matrix overlaid the gently undulating topography below. Boone’s vision was lucid. He ESPERed in the resolution on his transparent LCD visor. The jewels expanded to neat geometric grids, systematically tended by pristine white hoverbots, whole the field behind each square radiated a unique pastel hue ranging from lime to rich racing green.
A [[SaaS]]-generated four-dimensional risk matrix overlaid the gently undulating topography below. Boone’s vision was lucid. He ESPERed in the resolution on his risk radar. The jewels expanded to neat geometric grids, each one systematically tended by pristine white hover-bots, the whole field in each square radiating a unique pastel hue ranging from lime to rich racing green.


“RAG indicators in a tolerable range across the board, commander, purred Denning. Exceptions queue correctives administered in line with playbook edition 5.09.6 revision 8, certified fit for GC use 16 days ago, to valid and in good standing.
“RAG indicators in a tolerable range across the board, commander, purred Denning. Exceptions queue correctives administered in line with playbook edition 5.09.6 revision 8, certified fit for GC use 16 days ago, to valid and in good standing.


“Thank you, D”
“Thank you, Dee.”


Boone ESPERed in further. He zeroed in on a pearlescent arbitration droid gliding above an agro-sector on the grid that oscillated between lime and burnt lemon. The air in the grid sector sparked and fizzed as if alive with starlight. The bot trailed exoskeletal booms behind it, as delicate as dragonfly wings, harvesting the glitter, quantifying the yield per hour on digital readouts with realtime syncs to his display.
Boone ESPERed in further. He zeroed in on a pearlescent arbitration droid gliding above an agro-sector on the grid that oscillated between lime and burnt lemon. The air in the grid sector sparked and fizzed as if alive with starlight. The bot trailed exo-skeletal booms behind it, as delicate as dragonfly wings, methodically harvesting the glitter, plucking it out of the air, and on-the-fly quantifying the yield per hour on digital readouts with real-time syncs to his display.


“Hey Denning, can you prepare my MiS stack?”
“Hey Denning, can you prepare my [[MIS]] stack?”


The chatbot replied instantly. “I have established a secure real-time uplink to the steerco dashboard, Commander. Nothing to do.”
Boone’s trusty chatbot replied instantly. “Nothing to do, Commander. I established a secure real-time uplink to the [[steerco]] [[dashboard]] this morning. It pipes data from your [[service catalog]] monitors directly into the RAG batteries.”


“Noisy, no?”
“Hell’s bells! Isn’t the raw data noisy?”


The system Pareto-biases the raw feed automatically. It's cross-triangulated against regional feeds to isolate outlying frequencies. The resulting feed is Gaussian normalised. The total harmonic distortion is sub 10 bips
“The system automatically Pareto-biases the raw outputs. That is then cross-triangulated against regional risk-reports to smooth out kinks in the risk envelope. The charts look ''fabulous''. Have a look.


“Wow. That’s pretty neat D.
A three dimensional XY scatter-chart with the risk envelope surface plotted on a secondary y-axis popped up on Boone’s holo-view.
 
“''Whoa''. That is amazing, Dee. Those risk decays are a thing of beauty. How are they so smooth?”
 
“The [[algo]] suppresses outlier frequencies using state-of-the-art SNAFU-sculpting. The resulting feed is Gaussian normalised. The total harmonic distortion is sub 10 basis points running.”
 
“Wow. That’s pretty neat Dee. But what is something is actually active down the tail? You know, a real problem?”
 
The algoprithms operate to ensure that can’t happen. We have comprehensive risk monitoring across the 


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