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Authors: Tony Teora
Tags: Science Fiction/Fantasy
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had been tested and verified hundreds of times. Gill still did not like the question.
"John, we’ve gone over this a million times. The chances are almost nil; there is a higher chance for a plane to get hit by a meteorite."
Plutz shook his head. "Gill, I want some type of insurance policy. If the software ever gets hacked, ever,I want your word, signedin blood that you will give us the source code. I want MicroIntel to pay for any and all terrorist damages, litigation, everything -- including any work to repair the software."
Gill looked over toward Plutz. "That could lose us billions in an accident."
"Yeah, but the chances are the same as getting hit by a meteorite," said Plutz.
Gill fell silent. He pulled out a calculator, hit buttons, scratched his head, and guzzled Perrier like an on-the-wagon alcoholic.
"OK, you have a deal."
Deals were important to Gill.
Readers should note that MI-ASS did a great job of stopping planes from becoming missiles and this $2.5 billion dollar software package foiled the plans of many mad terrorists. As the world tried to move ahead, some new terrorists discovered that $5 worth of condoms, filled with $20 worth biological terror spores worked better than the $2.5 billion software. These folks swallowed the poison filled condoms and then while on board planes ordered lots of prune juice. Once these men had extracted the condoms, they spread the powder in planes, causing all kinds of havoc. The airlines initially banned prune juice. People were then required to take stomach and butt scans prior to plane entry. An anti-terror research group concluded that terrorists had these similarities: they ate lots of chocolate and cookies, their brains were washed cleaner than a neutron bleached medical mask, and they were trained by people who were really, really angry at the world.
But that was then. We now move forward in time to where Susan and penguins float on clouds.
Robert walked up to his seat next to Susan. He sat down, buckled up, and reached over to touch her hand. He loved Susan and hoped he could find a way to make her happy. Susan sacrificed a lot for Robert and Robert knew it. Susan wanted more romance; Robert knew it and bought a bestseller on romance called, "Woman are from Venus and Men are from New Jersey." He studied it as if it were an important science project.
Susan was, of course, an important project.
Robert ordered a glass of wine from the same pretty stewardess. He received it in a safe, soft plastic cup. No more real glasses, knives, or forks on planes. These were classified as weapons. Robert enjoyed the Italian Chianti and settled back for a nap.
About two hours passed as Robert and Susan slept.
Near the end of Robert’s nap a movie screen finished showing Harrison Ford in "Air Force II." After the credits the screen went black, and a voice spoke from the intercom:
"Good evening passengers of ANA flight 647. This is a pre-recorded broadcast. You are now in a landing pattern for Narita Tokyo…pattern for Narita Tokyo… you are now in a …Tokyo …Tokyo …Tokyo."
The screen hummed like an old television channel shutting off. Then came a screen of white noise and random radio stations. Robert woke hearing only a garbled message. He looked up.
The LCD movie in front changed to a bright blue screen that said:
"A fatal exception 0E has occurred at 0028:C0013 F7A in VXD VMM(01)+0012F7A. The current application will be terminated. MicroIntelCode will reboot."
Robert squinted to read the message.
The screen flashed and started a reboot. While waiting, people started to talk about the blue screen. One smart looking engineering student said to his girlfriend that this was normal. His PC always got that screen. "After a reboot, everything is always fine," he said smartly. (He had lied; a few times he had to spend hours and even days fixing the problem.)
A MicroIntel screen came up on the screens of the
"John, we’ve gone over this a million times. The chances are almost nil; there is a higher chance for a plane to get hit by a meteorite."
Plutz shook his head. "Gill, I want some type of insurance policy. If the software ever gets hacked, ever,I want your word, signedin blood that you will give us the source code. I want MicroIntel to pay for any and all terrorist damages, litigation, everything -- including any work to repair the software."
Gill looked over toward Plutz. "That could lose us billions in an accident."
"Yeah, but the chances are the same as getting hit by a meteorite," said Plutz.
Gill fell silent. He pulled out a calculator, hit buttons, scratched his head, and guzzled Perrier like an on-the-wagon alcoholic.
"OK, you have a deal."
Deals were important to Gill.
Readers should note that MI-ASS did a great job of stopping planes from becoming missiles and this $2.5 billion dollar software package foiled the plans of many mad terrorists. As the world tried to move ahead, some new terrorists discovered that $5 worth of condoms, filled with $20 worth biological terror spores worked better than the $2.5 billion software. These folks swallowed the poison filled condoms and then while on board planes ordered lots of prune juice. Once these men had extracted the condoms, they spread the powder in planes, causing all kinds of havoc. The airlines initially banned prune juice. People were then required to take stomach and butt scans prior to plane entry. An anti-terror research group concluded that terrorists had these similarities: they ate lots of chocolate and cookies, their brains were washed cleaner than a neutron bleached medical mask, and they were trained by people who were really, really angry at the world.
But that was then. We now move forward in time to where Susan and penguins float on clouds.
Robert walked up to his seat next to Susan. He sat down, buckled up, and reached over to touch her hand. He loved Susan and hoped he could find a way to make her happy. Susan sacrificed a lot for Robert and Robert knew it. Susan wanted more romance; Robert knew it and bought a bestseller on romance called, "Woman are from Venus and Men are from New Jersey." He studied it as if it were an important science project.
Susan was, of course, an important project.
Robert ordered a glass of wine from the same pretty stewardess. He received it in a safe, soft plastic cup. No more real glasses, knives, or forks on planes. These were classified as weapons. Robert enjoyed the Italian Chianti and settled back for a nap.
About two hours passed as Robert and Susan slept.
Near the end of Robert’s nap a movie screen finished showing Harrison Ford in "Air Force II." After the credits the screen went black, and a voice spoke from the intercom:
"Good evening passengers of ANA flight 647. This is a pre-recorded broadcast. You are now in a landing pattern for Narita Tokyo…pattern for Narita Tokyo… you are now in a …Tokyo …Tokyo …Tokyo."
The screen hummed like an old television channel shutting off. Then came a screen of white noise and random radio stations. Robert woke hearing only a garbled message. He looked up.
The LCD movie in front changed to a bright blue screen that said:
"A fatal exception 0E has occurred at 0028:C0013 F7A in VXD VMM(01)+0012F7A. The current application will be terminated. MicroIntelCode will reboot."
Robert squinted to read the message.
The screen flashed and started a reboot. While waiting, people started to talk about the blue screen. One smart looking engineering student said to his girlfriend that this was normal. His PC always got that screen. "After a reboot, everything is always fine," he said smartly. (He had lied; a few times he had to spend hours and even days fixing the problem.)
A MicroIntel screen came up on the screens of the
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