Talk:Where Legal Eagles Dare: An Opco Boone Adventure: Difference between revisions

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. He could see ''everything''. He was master of it ''all''.

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.

Boone ESPERed in further. He zeroed in on a gleaming off-white arbitration droid gliding above an agro-sector. The grid’s colour-grade oscillated between lime and burnt lemon — this indicated some hostiles, but operational threat controlled. Boone could even see them, hovering above the grid-sector, sparking and fizzing as if the grid were alive with starlight: this was how disputes rendered on the electro-forensic frequency spectrum. The arb-bot trailed the sector, its exo-skeletal booms extended 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. Boone still found it breath-taking: risk management in the singularity was beyond the wildest dreams of a terrestrial.