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{{a| | {{a|opcobooneadventure|{{image|Taxo-Grid|png|The Glowing Taxo-Grid, {{vsr|1940}}}}}}{{smallcaps|“OK, Dee — let’s}} take it to forty thousand.” | ||
{{indent|The Digital Voice Assistant resonated in Boone’s earpiece. “Roger that, Commander.” | {{indent|The Digital Voice Assistant resonated in Boone’s earpiece. “Roger that, Commander.” | ||
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Boone flipped onto auto and looked downrange. There were [[GC]] insignias out in force: dozens of [[Eagle squad|Eagle Squad]] pilots floated lazily below him, gliding on the thermals above their coverage sectors. | Boone flipped onto auto and looked downrange. There were [[GC]] insignias out in force: dozens of [[Eagle squad|Eagle Squad]] 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. | {{tableright|{{image|Dirigible Hoverbot|png|''von Rechnung’s giant dirigible ascended through a diaphanous smear of micro-risk'', {{vsr|1963}}}}}}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. | ||
''This is extraordinary. It is systematically harnessing the flaring, explosive, unpredictable energy represented by the swarming micro-risk haze, [[taxonomy]]-modulating it, vol-dampening it and piping it into the dirigible’s giant finance cores as stable, safe, clean accounting value. They had domesticated risk. Broken it, harnessed it and were now drawing power from it.'' | ''This is extraordinary. It is systematically harnessing the flaring, explosive, unpredictable energy represented by the swarming micro-risk haze, [[taxonomy]]-modulating it, vol-dampening it and piping it into the dirigible’s giant finance cores as stable, safe, clean accounting value. They had domesticated risk. Broken it, harnessed it and were now drawing power from it.'' | ||
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All around, klaxons blared. Red lights flashed. As he drifted into unconsciousness, falling towards a burning planet, Boone’s last thought was to take that small crumb of comfort that the end of his final, fatal fall might come in time to avoid seeing the total destruction of the planet that he loved. Boone could just about make out his D.V.A., a faint, crackling message, a last ray of lost hope: Boone! ... Boone! ... Come in Boone! | All around, klaxons blared. Red lights flashed. As he drifted into unconsciousness, falling towards a burning planet, Boone’s last thought was to take that small crumb of comfort that the end of his final, fatal fall might come in time to avoid seeing the total destruction of the planet that he loved. Boone could just about make out his D.V.A., a faint, crackling message, a last ray of lost hope: Boone! ... Boone! ... Come in Boone! | ||
[[Janice]] slapped Boone hard across his face. “BOONE! ''WAKE UP''. We are mobilising.” | |||
“Whuh — huh? ''What''?” | “Whuh — huh? ''What''?” | ||
Opco Boone snapped to and bolted up out of his bunk. His eyes were like saucers. Just the bare, elephant spunk grey of the Eagle Squad’s dormitory walls, and | Opco Boone snapped to and bolted up out of his bunk. His eyes were like saucers. Just the bare, elephant spunk grey of the Eagle Squad’s dormitory walls, and [[Janice]] standing over him. | ||
“Jesus, Boone, you were in deep!” said | “Jesus, Boone, you were in deep!” said [[Janice]]. | ||
The kid [[A.J. Paul]] ran by, hauling on his differentiation fatigues. “Come on, Boone! We’ve got a live one!” | The kid [[A.J. Paul]] ran by, hauling on his differentiation fatigues. “Come on, Boone! We’ve got a live one!” | ||
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