"Oh my G.o.d." The details flowed through my splinter network. The girl had been out with her boyfriend. I shook my head, my mind filling with my own memories of growing up. Never mind the father; it was the girl who would be damaged after this.
"And you"re only bringing this to me now?"
"It was just filed ten minutes ago," replied our legal counsel, a loaner from Cognix corporate who had now appeared in the meeting.
His slicked back image made me tense up.
"Do you need to be here right now?" I demanded. This was supposed to be a private meeting.
He shrugged. "That depends..."
"On what?"
"On whether you still want to be running this company by the end of the day," he replied coolly, looking at the ceiling, and then he turned to stare directly into my eyes. "You need to deal with this right now."
I sighed. Dealing with lawyers was something I didn"t think I"d ever get used to, but running Infinixx didn"t give me much choice.
"Nothing in the media worlds yet?" I asked rhetorically. Cunard had already run a background check in the seconds since we"d learned of the problem. There was nothing so far.
"No," replied our lawyer, "they"ve agreed to keep it quiet."
He looked around the room at my technical staff, appearing bored.
"For a settlement I imagine."
"Yes," he smiled, looking back towards me, "as you imagine."
"Even though they signed off on a hold harmless clause with the beta testing?"
"This sort of thing could get, well, it could be pretty media friendly," explained the lawyer, looking even more bored as he said it, if that was possible, "or pretty unfriendly, depending on how you look at it."
This was exactly the reason why I couldn"t let w.i.l.l.y increase his splinter limit, unexpected repercussions and technical glitches like this. We just couldn"t afford the risk.
"Make the deal," I sighed. The lawyer nodded and faded away.
"And Karen," I added, "fix this problem. I don"t care what it takes, but get it fixed."
The Infinixx platform had been designed to enable even regular humans to manage the trick of distributing their consciousness. For us pssikids, who grew up with the knack for doing this, the Infinixx platform was an amplifier that multiplied what we could already do, but learning the trick was a little more difficult for the general population than we"d imagined.
Our slogan was "Everyone. Everywhere. Everytime." or E3. The "E" and the "3" were stylized in the logo, facing each other to form an infinity symbol above the Infinixx name. It was all very clever branding.
"What exactly does it mean?" I was asked at the press conference immediately following the tech meeting.
We were announcing the slogan and unveiling our marketing program. The media people were very proud of it and were hanging in the wings of the presentation s.p.a.ce, egging me on to nail their positioning.
"E3 represents the infinite possibilities of the future that we"re bringing to life," I rolled out breathlessly. "E3 is the idea that anyone can be everywhere and anywhere at any time they like-while still never needing to be anywhere they don"t want."
I paused before my finale, catching my breath.
"For the first time, people will be free to be nowhere and everywhere at the same time-E3 represents total freedom!"
Applause rang out as I raised my hands to the crowd. I managed to say all of this without the slightest of smiles, even though I wasn"t sure I understood what it meant. All that mattered was that the marketing department was in love with it.
While distributing consciousness was a nice trick, what had the business world so excited were the implications for productivity. Synthetic intelligences and phuturing had been able to push the needle a long way, but lately they"d been stalled in their revenue enhancing capabilities, and distributed consciousness was the new buzzword in investor circles. Many groups were pursuing something like it, but with our intimate link to Cognix and our unique abilities as pssikids, we had an edge n.o.body else could match. The investments had just poured in.
The explosive growth was an adrenaline rush.
We"d begun synthesizing intermediate management as splinter constructs, their personalities and experiences amalgamated from the team members they would be managing. Our managers thus became a little bit of everyone they managed, but despite this, people still hated them for some reason.
Even with these innovations, it was a grind, especially the constant need to bring in new talent. Picking new staff became a Herculean task with each new staff member counting as ten-the productivity multiplier goal we were trying to demonstrate-so a mistake picking out any new employee tended to magnify itself. We were constantly having endless rounds of human resources meetings in our main conference room, discussing the merits of new candidates.
"Did you hear about Cynthia, that new administrative girl we hired?" asked my VP of Human Resources, at the start of one of those meetings. My VP of Synthetic Resources rolled her eyes and looked towards me, as if I-told-you-so.
Cynthia has been a great hire, but had recently dropped off the radar without any warning. People disappearing off into cyber hedonistic fantasy worlds weren"t uncommon, but Cynthia had been my pick. She"d seemed a little more reliable than that.
"Yeah, I heard about that. So her neural functions are off the charts, but they can"t find her and she"s off in the multiverse somewhere?" asked Kelly, my cofounding business partner.
"It doesn"t have anything to do with us, does it?" I suddenly exclaimed, pulling the splinter for this meeting into the center of my consciousness.
"No, nothing to do with us," confirmed Kelly, "but speaking of strange, how about Vince Indigo. Have you seen the flash death mobs he"s attracting?"
There were a few laughs around the table. I stayed quiet. I had a feeling Vince and Patricia were up to something, but didn"t want to say anything. Cunard pinged me right then for the start to yet another press event.
"The Security Council has taken over Cynthia"s file now," said Brian, our Chief Technical Officer, bringing the discussion back. "Let"s keep moving. Speaking of the Security Council, what does everyone think of Jimmy getting nominated?"
"I think Jimmy is great," I replied.
"Of course you would," snorted Kelly. "More of the Killiam clan in charge, but then what"s good for the goose..."
"Hey!" I said defensively. "That"s not fair. Jimmy"s family is barely related to mine." My cheeks blushed.
They all rolled their eyes.
Jimmy was related to me, but only distantly. Our great-grandfathers had been cousins, whatever that made us. All of that didn"t make any difference to me, and the awkwardness I felt now was because Patricia had asked Bob"s family to adopt Jimmy when he"d been left in her care.
I"d been dating Bob at the time, and in fact we"d been inseparable as children. From that point on, though, I"d been teased for dating what amounted to my cousin, if only cousin-in-law. Childhood taunts had a way of sticking with you in life.
"Gang, I have to get to the next press event," I added, happy for a reason to exit-stage-left, and flitted off for the next press conference.
Ident.i.ty: William McIntyre "w.i.l.l.y!"
Whole scaffolds of my conscious webwork collapsed as Bob forced his way in using one of Sid"s viral skins. Sid was going to get in trouble with his little sidelines one day, but then again, who was I to talk?
I hadn"t seen Bob in weeks, maybe longer. Work had totally absorbed me, and to focus I"d begun filtering all of my communications straight into my proxxi.
"w.i.l.l.y!" yelled Bob at maximum volume across my full audio spectrum. "Wiiiillllly!"
"Yeah, yeah, I"m here," I responded, releasing most of my splinter network into autopilot and distilling a good chunk of myself back into a private workplace where I"d pulled Bob.
Bob smiled goofily as we both materialized into each others" sensory s.p.a.ces. We were sitting across from each other in one of my meeting s.p.a.ces. I was sitting straight up in a chair at one end of the room, dressed in a blazer and slacks, while he had draped himself over a leather couch facing me, wearing only his swimming shorts and a baseball cap.
"How"s it going, Mr. Rockefeller?"
"Actually, it"s going really well," I laughed, looking at him. "I had a gale force wind blowing almost all week!"
Bob understood what I meant, but he didn"t quite share my enthusiasm. While his metasenses were king in the water, I had my stock portfolio wired into my tactile arrays. It created that spine tingling feeling of money on the move.
"As long as you"re happy," Bob replied skeptically. He shook his head and sat up on the couch.
The last time I"d seen him was when we were surfing, when Brigitte and I had split.
"I heard you quit Infinixx."
"Yeah, Nancy is kinda full of herself these days, don"t you think?"
I didn"t mention the investigation into my tinkering with the Infinixx code. Nothing had come of it, and I"d gotten what I"d wanted.
Bob raised his eyebrows.
"Geez, Nancy was always a sweetheart..." he started to say, but was lost for words as he watched me.
"Hey you"re not mad at me are you?" he asked. "I mean, that Brigitte thing. Sid and I were just messing around."
I shook my head.
"Don"t worry about it," I sighed.
Thinking of Brigitte made my stomach tighten into knots, and my patience suddenly evaporated. I had a lot of stuff to get done. Bob watched me in silence, unconvinced with my answer, but changed topics anyway.
"So who are hanging out with these days?" he asked.
"Ah, just work people, you know..."
It wasn"t like he really worked anyway, so why should I bother explaining? Maybe accepting his ping had been a bad idea. Now I felt annoyed. Just then Wally warned me that Vince Indigo was waiting. I didn"t remember taking a meeting with Vince. Wally was telling me that he had already alerted me five minutes ago, but I had been so far splintered that it hadn"t registered.
"Listen, I have Vince Indigo waiting in person," I said, happy for a reason to cut our chat short. "Big client, I"d better go."
"Yeah, okay, sure," Bob replied quietly. He squinted and c.o.c.ked his head to one side. "Do you think you could ask Vince if he"s okay, for me? All this stuff on Phuture News is kind of weirding me out."
"I"m really not comfortable doing that," I replied quickly, my annoyance mounting. "I don"t know him very well. Why don"t you ask him yourself?"
Bob shrugged. "He doesn"t answer my pings anymore."
I shouldn"t either. "Look, this is business..."
Bob looked down. "Right. Anyway, let"s hang out soon, yeah? I think we should talk about all this stuff, all your work changes and Brigitte and all."
"Sure, sure, gotta go," I said dismissively and waved goodbye, leaving a wafer thin splinter behind.
I flitted back into real s.p.a.ce at my apartment where Vince was waiting for me. Unimpressed visions of Bob watching me go persisted in several of my visual channels.
"So, I a.s.sume business is good?" asked Vince, noting my arrival.
He was wandering around the periphery of my apartment, staring outwards at the projected s.p.a.ces of my growing business in the multiverse world of New London.
My new offices had been designed by one of the most sought-after interior metaworld designers. The gla.s.s walled s.p.a.ce was floating in air, suspended above an almost endless array of cubicles housing renderings of my splintered parts, subproxxi and other synthetic beings and bots that were sp.a.w.ned outwards from my own cognitive systems. It was thousands of me working for me.
"Business is very, very good," I replied, grinning widely. I wanted to tell him I"d found a back door to Infinixx, and could now splinter as much as I liked, but I couldn"t tell anyone that. I"d already paid off our family mortgage and was well on my way to ama.s.sing a sizeable personal fortune.
Vince wanted something, I could tell, but had an air of desperation surrounding him. My ego was flattered that one of the richest people in the world would make a personal house call for a favor from me, but his nervousness made me nervous. I didn"t like the way he was looking at all the activity below us.
I wondered what could be making him so jumpy. He had all the money in the world to burn as far as I could tell.
"Yeah, I"d noticed you"d amped up your Phuture News services pretty dramatically," he said carefully, "but that"s not why I"m here. I"ll just send you the details of what I need right now. I can see you"re a busy man."
A description of a financial event was uploaded and instantly a.n.a.lyzed by one of my splinters.
"You want me to what?" I exclaimed. "You know this is going to look suspicious, especially with me working for Infinixx."
"From what I"ve heard, you don"t work for them anymore."
I stopped fidgeting and stared at Vince, wondering how much he really knew. "Yeah that"s right, but it will still look odd."
"You wouldn"t be making any profit off this, and n.o.body will know," he explained. "I know it seems crazy, but if you could do this for me, and keep it quiet, I can pay you an awful lot of money. I need you to dump all that stock and chalk up a huge loss for me, and I need you to do it from New York."
I could see Vince had ulterior designs afoot, and that was fine with me. He was offering a princely sum for almost no work. So this was what it was like to be in with the big boys. I didn"t care what he was up to and it didn"t look illegal-at least, my end didn"t.
"You be careful," said Vince after a moment.
"It doesn"t look like there will be any problems with this transaction, Vince, in fact..."
"No, not with that," he said simply, stopping me in my tracks, "with what you have going on here."
"There"s nothing going on here."
We both stood and stared at each other.
He sighed. "Just be careful, okay?"
"No problem, Mr. Indigo," I replied immediately, shrugging, and I offered my hand to shake. He shook it, smiling weakly, and then flitted off without another word.
Wally materialized facing me on the white couch in my apartment. A dense security blanket shimmered around us like sparkling neon plastic wrap.
"What was that all about?" I asked.