NAV Trigger Point: An Opco Boone Adventure: Difference between revisions

“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!”

Boone flipped onto auto and looked downrange. 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. A smarm of rainbow-coloured compliance drones milled about the great hulk, like a flotilla of 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.

 

“You know, I don’t think I need this, anymore, Dee,” Boone said, unclipping his SME utility belt. He inspected the compartments and attachments. The hold-harmless calibrator suddenly seemed unwieldy — heavy in his hands. He ran his thumb along the rough bevel of warranty rectifier. “I mean, what use is it, really, with all this manotech?”

“Zis is very selfless of you, Commander.”

“Well, by re-routing your ongoing cost accruals back to the operating service line, Commander. That is a selfless contribution to the budget projection.”

 

Boone was drifting downward now, and any semblance of a west country accent had gone, replaced by a pronounced German accent, which Boone recognised. He knew it but he could not place it.  

The hoverdroids become busier over the edge sectors. some of the sectors in the grids were rendering a definite orange colour; one or two had graduating into red. Odd — the edge sectors were were the risk taxonomy assessed the ''least'' risk. This was sleepy stuff: benchmarks; market infrastructure, supply chain financing. ''Nothing happened here''. Boone recalibrated his scope — the mist across the whole grid seemed to be thickening.