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 ===Frankie says chillax===
-On the trail of these [[FWMD]]s the trail leads to the swiss mountain where, in a fearful liquity storm, with GPS on the blink, Boone's vehicle skids off the tracks and into a convex ditch. “the Alpha generator has thrown a rod”.
+On the trail of these [[FWMD]]s the trail leads to the Swiss mountains where, in a fearful [[liquidity]] storm, with GPS on the blink, Boone’s vehicle skids off the tracks and into a convex ditch.
-Boone and Aggie track back to an old house by the lake  they'd spotted a few miles back. Turns out to be an orphanage. All lights on. where they are welcomed by Dr X . They have stumbled on ugland house. Disarmed of their csas at the door they are fed, watered, and as she returns from a washroom Aggie follows a weeping child down a hallway, where she discovers the terrible secret of the orphan manufacturing laboratory.  She doubles back and alerts Boone they swipe the sniveling child and make escape in a boat across the lake.
+Aggie looks under the hood. “The Alpha generator has thrown a rod”.
-They don't realise the girl is a multicellular vehicle. She spawns a double. And another. And another.
+Boone and Aggie track back through the rain to an old house by the lake they’d spotted a few miles back. Turns out to be an orphanage. All lights on.
-"Jesus it's a side pocket!"
-“close it out !! Close it out!" Boone's voice was urgent now.
+They trudged back. The house was a grand old gothic mansion, set back from the lake in defended by firs, snuggled into the folds of the mountain. A jumble of architectural styles grafted on, like some Frankensteinian horror-show.  An A-Frame extension. Out right, an art nouveau wing, of glass and wrought iron, glowed and sparked like a firefly. The main reception: a neoclassical portico, emblazoned in cursive font: Ugland House. Behind: a grand post-Raphaelite portrait of an old man with a cracking moustache. George R. M. Ugland, 1827-1957.
-“shes just a little orphan ..."
-"Jesus Aggie pull the fucking nav trigger would you?"
+The door opened. A young administrator stood behind. He said, “The masters are are entertaining clients this evening. But come in: we can offer you — an your taxable income — shelter. He smiled an oily smile.
-Aggies face was wet. It was the horror of war. "All these memories." Aggie  waxed the kid with a section 6(e). The kid went down with a a crazy smile. There was a small mtm shock wave waft that knocked Aggie back but she staggered and held her feet. The kid collapsed in on itself. The rest kept coming.
-“jesus it is a segregated child! Find the parent!"
+“Masters?”
-"Dust it!"
-Boone screamed “no”, but it was too late.
+“Mister Maple and Mister Calder.”
-Aggie’s 87 blammed out a 5(a)(v) filling the air with choking dust - Opco had them widened to all kinds of financing arrangements. Opco and Aggie hit the deck. The air flared and flashed and sparkled across the gunwale. The dust cleared.
-“What the living fuck?” The kids still stood. The kids kept coming. <Br>
+“What did he mean by that chat about taxable income, Opco?” asked Aggie.
-“They're segregated, Agster.” <Br>
-“Oh, shit.”
+Opco shushed her.
-The nearest kid kept advancing, like some zombie.
-Aggie pumped the nearest one full of collateral — off the run oats —sending it staggering back. Boone jammed a rock on the cross accelerator and set the wheel along a forward curve. The vehicle roared a sweeping arc toward the jetty. When I say ... Jump okay?
+The administrator took their [[ISDA]]<nowiki/>s at the door. they are fed, watered. As she returns from a washroom Aggie follows a weeping child down a hallway, where she discovers the terrible secret of the orphan manufacturing laboratory.  She doubles back and alerts Boone. They swipe the sniveling child and make escape in a boat across the lake.
-What?
-Trust me.
+They don’t realise the girl is a multicellular vehicle. She spawns a double. And another. And another.
-Hold em... The mtm ticked down. Aggie baffled a corp bond.
-Hd em... The craft swept closer
+"Jesus it's a side pocket!"
+“close it out !! Close it out!" Boone’s voice was urgent now.
+“She’s just a little orphan ...”
+“Jesus Aggie pull the fucking [[NAV trigger]] would you?”
+Aggie’s face was wet. It was the horror of war.  She said, “All these memories.” Aggie waxed the kid with a [[6(a) - ISDA Provision|6(a)]].
+The kid went down with a a crazy smile. A small MTM shock wave waft knocked Aggie back but she held her feet. The kid crumpled, collapsed in on itself and vanished in a puff. The rest of the spawn kept coming.
+“Jesus it must be segregated! Find the parent!”
+“No sweat, I’ll just DUST it!”
+Boone screamed, “no!”, but it was too late.
+Aggie’s 87 blammed out a [[5(a)(v) - ISDA Provision|5(a)(v)]]. It filled the air with choking dust. Opco and Aggie hit the deck. The air flared and flashed and sparkled across the gunwale. The dust cleared.  ''The kids still stood''. The kids kept coming.
+“What the living ''fuck''?”<Br>“They’re segregated, Agster.” <Br>“Oh, shit.”
+The nearest kid kept advancing, like some zombie.
+Aggie pumped it full of collateral — off-the-run OATs — sending it juddering back. It bought some time. Boone jammed a rock on the [[Cross acceleration - ISDA Provision|cross accelerator]] and set the wheel along a forward curve. The vehicle roared a sweeping arc toward the jetty.
+“When I say ... Jump okay?”
+What?
+“Trust me. Hold ’em...”
+The MTM ticked down. The zombie kid shuffled close. Aggie baffed out a corporate bond.
+“Hold ’em...” The craft swept closer. The jetty loomed. The zombie kid shuffled closer.
+“NOW!” Boone and Aggie bailed off the back, frogman style. They sploshed in the wake.
+The craft roared on. It smacked the jetty with a pleasing boom.
 ===extreme riff===
 [[Lateral quitter]]s as opposed to lateral hires.
-[[Redundancy]] as a means of  fixing [[sublinear scaling]] problems. Star Trek Style Sir we are losing power, the company warp drive is scaling sublinearly. The revenue engines are gunked up with over-engineering and process.
+[[Redundancy]] as a means of  fixing [[sublinear scaling]] problems.
+Star Trek Style Sir we are losing power, the company warp drive is scaling sublinearly. The revenue engines are gunked up with over-engineering and process.
 The svengali with the tall thin bonsai tree with the stuck on branches.