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 As the power surged back to his core, Boone swooped and dived towards cloud-base, cork-screwing in, flattening, skimming the meringue cloud-tops then arcing back up into the sun, just to feel the exhilaration. The ''freedom'', just to soar, glide and gambol, unshackled from the earthly bonds of administration. Here he was a mature legal eagle, at the height of his capabilities, set free and empowered by the unlimited, free capacity to compute, ''to do as legal eagles do''.
-The view was spectacular: the mares’ tail patina was just enough to render the whole landscape with a glamour-glow, through which the sunlit uplands glinted and sparkled like rare crystals on a crown of green velvet. He could see ''everything''. He was master of it ''all''.
+The view was spectacular: the patina of atmospheric risk-haze was just thick enough to render the whole landscape in a glamour-glow, through which the sunlit uplands glinted and sparkled like rare 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 a neat geometric grid, each sector systematically tended by hover-bots, the whole field in each square a unique pastel hue ranging from lime to rich racing green.
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 As ever, Denning was a master of west-country understatement. “RAG indicators in a tolerable range across the board, Commander. Exceptions queue correctives administered in line with [[playbook]] edition 5.09.6 revision 8.”
-“Okay, Dee, and is the playbook certificate up-to-date?”
+“Okay, Dee, and is the playbook audit certificate up-to-date?”
-“Certified fit for GC use 4 days ago, confirmed valid and in good standing. Holo-signed by General Commander Carpenter herself.”
+“Certified fit for GC use 4 days ago, confirmed valid and in good standing. Holo-signed by Commander-General Carpenter herself.”
 “Thank you, Dee.”
-Boone ESPERed in further. He zeroed in on a gleaming 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 trawled 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.
+Boone ESPERed in further. He zeroed in on a gleaming 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 the escalation cloud hovering above the grid-sector, sparking and fizzing as alive with starlight: this was how dispute resolution rendered on the electro-forensic frequency spectrum. The arb-bot trawled 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.
 “Hey Denning, can you prepare my [[MIS]] stack?”
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 “I bet they do. But, tell me, what is something is actually active down the tail? You know, a real problem?”
-“Relax, Boone: frequency-cancelling algorithms ensure that sort of thing can’t happen any more. We have now implemented comprehensive live risk monitoring across the [[Taxonomy|taxonomic]] spectrum. Any behavioural anomaly, anywhere in the grid, that crosses a minimal threshold is tagged, monitored and moderated long before it can disrupt operational integrity. That is why there hasn’t been a single GCHQ intervention in four years. There’s simply nothing to do, Commander. Enjoy the view!”
+“Relax, Boone: the frequency-cancelling algorithms in the model strip all non-linear activity out of the dataset past the fourth standard deviation. We applied the technique across the value-chain and it cleaned up the data beautifully — took out all kinds of minimal delta anomalies. It has revolutionised our risk management: we have been able to implement comprehensive real-time risk monitoring across the [[Taxonomy|taxonomic]] spectrum. Any behavioural anomaly, anywhere in the grid, that crosses that minimal threshold is tagged, monitored and moderated long before it can disrupt operational integrity. That is why there hasn’t been a single GCHQ intervention in four years. There’s simply nothing to do, Commander. Enjoy the view!”
-Sure will! Boone flipped onto auto and looked down range. There were GC insignias out in force: there were literally dozens of Eagle Squadron pilots floating lazily below him on the thermals above their coverage sectors.
+Boone flipped onto auto and looked down range. There were GC insignias out in force: dozens of Eagle Squadron pilots floated lazily below him, gliding on the thermals above their coverage sectors.
+Five klicks to the west, Boone could see [[Ziffer von Rechnung|von Rechnung]]’s giant dirigible ascending through the diaphanous smear of micro-risk, surrounded by a smarm of rainbow-coloured compliance drones milling gaily about the great hulk like a flotilla pleasure craft welcoming a warship back from battle. Millions of tiny electrical currents arced here and there from the drones, drawing energy from the air and funnelling it into the grid. It was a brilliant, placid, beautiful perpetual motion machine.