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{{a|opcobooneadventure|{{image|DeltaView Force|png|The diff-sensor swept for semantic content. A.J. watched the display. The hourglass flipped.}}}} | {{a|opcobooneadventure|{{image|DeltaView Force|png|The diff-sensor swept for semantic content. [[A.J.]] watched the display. The hourglass flipped.}}}} | ||
===Raid=== | ===Raid=== | ||
{{Smallcaps|Boone made the}} window. He elbow-smashed the pane. He reached in, lock-snipped, pivoted and mule-kicked the door, in a single fluid motion. The door smacked on its hinges, quivered and timbered onto the rubble. | {{Smallcaps|Boone made the}} window. He elbow-smashed the pane. He reached in, lock-snipped, pivoted and mule-kicked the door, in a single fluid motion. The door smacked on its hinges, quivered and timbered onto the rubble. | ||
A.J. was jazzed. This was ''sweet''. | [[A.J.]] was jazzed. This was ''sweet''. | ||
Boone motioned the unit forward with a curt, pointed air-punch. | Boone motioned the unit forward with a curt, pointed air-punch. | ||
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Boone took his finger off the [[NAV trigger]] and holstered his [[CSA]], still smoking from the muzzle. “Eyes peeled, ladies. ''Now'' we are clear.” | Boone took his finger off the [[NAV trigger]] and holstered his [[CSA]], still smoking from the muzzle. “Eyes peeled, ladies. ''Now'' we are clear.” | ||
Boone fixed [[A.J. Paul|A.J.]] with a hard stare. “All right, kid, in you go. Let’s throw a [[redline]] around the immediate area.” | Boone fixed [[[[A.J.]] Paul|A.J.]] with a hard stare. “All right, kid, in you go. Let’s throw a [[redline]] around the immediate area.” | ||
A.J. followed up with a static-mount diff-sensor. The rookie unclipped the stabilisers and set the unit on the floor. He punched in the coordinates and it emitted a sheet of red light. | [[A.J.]] followed up with a static-mount diff-sensor. The rookie unclipped the stabilisers and set the unit on the floor. He punched in the coordinates and it emitted a sheet of red light. | ||
''Okay, everyone hold still, now.'' | ''Okay, everyone hold still, now.'' | ||
The diff-sensor swept for [[Semantic structure|semantic]] content. A.J. watched the display. The hourglass flipped. It flipped again. After a few moments it rendered: ''zeroes across the board''. | The diff-sensor swept for [[Semantic structure|semantic]] content. [[A.J.]] watched the display. The hourglass flipped. It flipped again. After a few moments it rendered: ''zeroes across the board''. | ||
“We’re clean, sir. No blues, no reds. Zilch material alterations. The text-field is Delta-1 as we left it.” | “We’re clean, sir. No blues, no reds. Zilch material alterations. The text-field is Delta-1 as we left it.” | ||
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Janice: “There! In the schedule!” | Janice: “There! In the schedule!” | ||
A.J. squinted. A.J. shrugged. He ran his finger down the margin. “Point nine-nine-seven. Some quote-curl inconsistency in the defs, but that’s a routine re-type job. As good as clean, sir. You could eat your dinner off that.” | [[A.J.]] squinted. [[A.J.]] shrugged. He ran his finger down the margin. “Point nine-nine-seven. Some quote-curl inconsistency in the defs, but that’s a routine re-type job. As good as clean, sir. You could eat your dinner off that.” | ||
''As good as'' clean, but ''not'' clean. ''Interesting''. “Re-type? Who does a ''re-type''? Recalibrate it, lad. Let’s go find those missing diffs.” | ''As good as'' clean, but ''not'' clean. ''Interesting''. “Re-type? Who does a ''re-type''? Recalibrate it, lad. Let’s go find those missing diffs.” | ||
“Whatever you say, sir.” A.J. twiddled dials and hit ''RENDER''. “Okay, team: Stand by. All material DVs should now show up.” | “Whatever you say, sir.” [[A.J.]] twiddled dials and hit ''RENDER''. “Okay, team: Stand by. All material DVs should now show up.” | ||
The [[redline]] swept a red sheet over the text-field. It burped a negative. | The [[redline]] swept a red sheet over the text-field. It burped a negative. | ||
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Boone shot the rookie a quizzical look. “Why so?” | Boone shot the rookie a quizzical look. “Why so?” | ||
A.J. smiled. “This way I pick up all syntactically relevant amendments while filtering out the [[Signal-to-noise ratio|noise]]. I’m sure we would have caught anything that made a difference. Sir. The text-field is clean.” | [[A.J.]] smiled. “This way I pick up all syntactically relevant amendments while filtering out the [[Signal-to-noise ratio|noise]]. I’m sure we would have caught anything that made a difference. Sir. The text-field is clean.” | ||
“Run it again, Soldier, but this time ''include the noise''. Let’s have a gander at that formatting and punctuation delta.” | “Run it again, Soldier, but this time ''include the noise''. Let’s have a gander at that formatting and punctuation delta.” | ||
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“Stop right there, lad.” Boone’s voice was urgent. | “Stop right there, lad.” Boone’s voice was urgent. | ||
A.J. froze. “What is it?” | [[A.J.]] froze. “What is it?” | ||
Boone intoned in a halting whisper. “It looks like — no, it can’t be that.” | Boone intoned in a halting whisper. “It looks like — no, it can’t be that.” | ||
“Can’t be what, Sir?” | “Can’t be what, Sir?” [[A.J.]] was wide-eyed. | ||
The DV unit bleeped and re-rendered. The familiar blue/red display was riddled ''green''. | The DV unit bleeped and re-rendered. The familiar blue/red display was riddled ''green''. | ||
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Even as she said it, Boone knew it. “Yeah.” | Even as she said it, Boone knew it. “Yeah.” | ||
“What, sir? ''What''?” A.J. hissed. | “What, sir? ''What''?” [[A.J.]] hissed. | ||
Algy looked on. “Cadet, you could be looking at a live [[Biggs particle]].” | Algy looked on. “Cadet, you could be looking at a live [[Biggs particle]].” | ||
Eagle-Squad Cadet A.J. Paul looked at his commander with wondrous eyes. “Seriously? A [[Biggs hoson]]! I don’t bel —” | Eagle-Squad Cadet [[A.J.]] Paul looked at his commander with wondrous eyes. “Seriously? A [[Biggs hoson]]! I don’t bel —” | ||
Boone turned furiously. “SHHHHHHH! Silent running, soldier!” | Boone turned furiously. “SHHHHHHH! Silent running, soldier!” | ||
A.J. clammed pronto. | [[A.J.]] clammed pronto. | ||
Algy shrugged. “But I don’t think it ''is'' a [[Biggs hoson]], though”. It just ''looks'' like one. Hosons are not stable. A hoson would have degraded into entropic tedium by now. This has a much longer half-life. | Algy shrugged. “But I don’t think it ''is'' a [[Biggs hoson]], though”. It just ''looks'' like one. Hosons are not stable. A hoson would have degraded into entropic tedium by now. This has a much longer half-life. | ||
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===Cubicle=== | ===Cubicle=== | ||
A.J. cocked his GMSLA and kicked off the planking round the cube. Revealed: rubble-showered youth in sharp suit, prone, pale face and pinned under collapsed pitch book stack. It was heavy, but not load-bearing. | [[A.J.]] cocked his GMSLA and kicked off the planking round the cube. Revealed: rubble-showered youth in sharp suit, prone, pale face and pinned under collapsed pitch book stack. It was heavy, but not load-bearing. | ||
“Don’t move, son. We’ll have you out off there in no time.” | “Don’t move, son. We’ll have you out off there in no time.” | ||
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“P.A.D. Masks! Now!” Boone’s tone was urgent. The squad masked up ''toute de suite''. | “P.A.D. Masks! Now!” Boone’s tone was urgent. The squad masked up ''toute de suite''. | ||
A.J. yammered, “What is it?” | [[A.J.]] yammered, “What is it?” | ||
Boone held out a flat-palm that said “quiet ops”. He unholstered his Z10 commlink and jacked up a secure connection back to control. | Boone held out a flat-palm that said “quiet ops”. He unholstered his Z10 commlink and jacked up a secure connection back to control. | ||
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The squid kid said, “I teach you the Superman.” He clawed back the pitch book. | The squid kid said, “I teach you the Superman.” He clawed back the pitch book. | ||
A.J. tried to grab it but the squid hung on tight. He hugged it close to his heart. | [[A.J.]] tried to grab it but the squid hung on tight. He hugged it close to his heart. | ||
Roly pressed the muzzle of his ’92 to the kid’s temple and cocked the [[NAV trigger]]. “Collaterslise ''this'', motherf—” | Roly pressed the muzzle of his ’92 to the kid’s temple and cocked the [[NAV trigger]]. “Collaterslise ''this'', motherf—” | ||
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The text was 9 point Times New Roman. It bore the [[Sullivan & Cromwell]] alignment. It was deep. It was wide. There were unpunctuated tracts nor mortal lungs could hold. It had its own mad beauty. There were random underlines. Haphazard block caps. ''Crazy'' indents. The text swooned. It danced on the page. It funneled to a vortex. The physical transmogrified to the syntactic. Not the cultural units twirled. Constructions curled. They folded giddily back upon themselves. [[Provisos]]. [[Provuso]]s. [[Incluso]]s. [[Carve-in]]s. [[Carve-out]]s. [[Lexological constant]]s. It was bonkers. It was mad. It was deep — | The text was 9 point Times New Roman. It bore the [[Sullivan & Cromwell]] alignment. It was deep. It was wide. There were unpunctuated tracts nor mortal lungs could hold. It had its own mad beauty. There were random underlines. Haphazard block caps. ''Crazy'' indents. The text swooned. It danced on the page. It funneled to a vortex. The physical transmogrified to the syntactic. Not the cultural units twirled. Constructions curled. They folded giddily back upon themselves. [[Provisos]]. [[Provuso]]s. [[Incluso]]s. [[Carve-in]]s. [[Carve-out]]s. [[Lexological constant]]s. It was bonkers. It was mad. It was deep — | ||
Boone’s voice boomed. “[[ | Boone’s voice boomed. “[[A.J.]]! Snap the fuck out man, that's dangerous.” | ||
But | But [[A.J.]] was ''gripped''. | ||
“[[A.J.]]! pull out!” | |||
[[A.J.]] was hooked: The text tesseracted out to unimaginable dimensions. It twisted and bucked and exploded into a billion points of light, every one an intricate private world — | |||
[[A.J.]]’s head rolled. Eyes out on stalks. Punchface shrugged. “What’s with ''him''? | |||
J-Rod clocked it. | J-Rod clocked it. | ||
“[[A.J.]]! withdraw soldier!” Janice slapped his chops. [[A.J.]] lolled left and lolled right. He be ''goneburger''. | |||
The infinitesimal ASCII points bloomed into multicoloured kaliedoscope of [[mark-up]]. Each one, its own universe of semantic depth — | The infinitesimal ASCII points bloomed into multicoloured kaliedoscope of [[mark-up]]. Each one, its own universe of semantic depth — | ||
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Squidster tensed. | Squidster tensed. | ||
Algy pressed his GMSLA to the boy’s temple. “it’s loaded, son. I wouldn’t want you to become ''collateral damage''. | |||
Squidster relaxed: “Okay, okay, my dudes.” His knee buckled. He planted on a wooden chair. Boone took the knee and clapped shoulders. | Squidster relaxed: “Okay, okay, my dudes.” His knee buckled. He planted on a wooden chair. Boone took the knee and clapped shoulders. | ||