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© 2008, Michel Grover. All rights reserved.
Chapter 16 | Part 3
Monday, October 15, 1984

Soji has removed boxes from a hand truck and is inspecting them. A stocky guy dressed in slacks and a wrinkled short sleeve shirt is watching him. He has a plastic thing in his shirt pocket with pencils, pens, calipers and several small screwdrivers in it. In one hand is a bulging valise.

"How long is this going to take?"

Startled, the guy turns to look at me. His eyes do a slow crawl down to my chest, body and legs, then back to my chest and remain there. Addressing my breasts, he says, "I was told you have connections already available, Ma'am. If so, this should take only a few minutes."

Lead him into the study. "You're an IS employee at Pere?"

"Well, one of Pere's subsidiaries called Chief Financial Services, yes, Ma'am."

"How long?"

"Six weeks, Ma'am."

"What's your specialty in IS?"

"Uh, anything, I guess."

"What's your first name?"

"Alvin."

"Mine's Jill. Do you mind answering a few questions while you work, Alvin?" Glance at Soji, who wheels in the hand truck with its boxes, rolls his eyes and leaves the room.

He blushes deeply. "Uh, no Ma'am, I don't." Opening the valise, he spreads it open on the desktop. Inside is a bewildering collection of tools, meters and wires. He removes a flashlight and crawls under the desk, shining the light at the wall.

After inspecting the items in his valise, I kneel slowly so I can see what he is doing. "So, are you installing the ex dot cable or the modem cable?"

He pauses, turns and looks at me as if I've just asked something obviously stupid. At least he is looking at my eyes instead of my tits. Pushing his glasses up his nose using his middle finger, he says, "Both use the same cable. When the X.25 service is available, we just switch you over to that." He turns to examine the plate on the wall with two telephone outlets.

"That's handy, isn't it?"

"Handy? They designed it that way. The cable is an eye triple-E spec, Ma'am." He backs out, opens one of the boxes and removes one of several cables, glancing at the wall and then the desk.

"Eye triple-E spec?"

"The Institute of Electrical and Electronics Engineers releases specifications and standards that the electronics community reviews and approves so that everything in North America has compatible signaling and interfaces."

"Ah, IEEE. The automobile engineering trades have similar standards."

He glances at me as if to say, "Yeah right," and asks, "Where would you like the terminals, uh, Jill?"

"In the far corner of each desk."

He opens one of the two biggest boxes and looks at the open space in the far corner. "Uh, excuse me, Jill. Could you go get that Asian guy to help me move this terminal, please?"

"How heavy is it? Eighty pounds?"

Alvin has broken a slight sweat, which awakens his body odor. He glances at me. "It's seventy-eight pounds."

"Ah, no problem." Push myself up using the edge of the desk, spread my feet on either side of the box, bend my knees and lift the terminal out of the box. Turning, I lift it to shoulder height to clear the other stuff on Lloyd's desk and set it down gently in the corner. My right shoulder blade feels like someone laid a hot iron across it but the pain dissipates quickly. Stand back, look at the terminal and then turn to look at him.

He is kneeling on the floor staring up at me, his mouth hanging open, eyes moving up and down my body. Slowly, he looks at the terminal and then at me again. "Uh, that's fine," he says and selects one of the cables from several in a box.

While he's looking at cables, I pick up the other terminal and set it on my desk. The pain lingers this time, as if my body is saying, `Do that one more time and you will regret it.'

Alvin holds up a cable and says, "This end plugs into the jack at the rear of the unit."

"Okay, push it up to me from under the desk and I'll plug it in." Put one bare foot on the edge of Lloyd's desk, step up and squat beside the terminal. Look at him staring at me. "Go ahead," I tell him.

He crawls under the desk and pushes two cables up along the wall to me.

Take them and plug one into the power connector and the other into a sort-of rounded rectangular port. It fits snugly and fastens into place with two captured screws. "Nice connection," I say. "What's the IEEE spec for this connector?"

"DB-25," he says as he plugs the other connector on the cable to a small box and then into the wall jack. "This other end is RJ-11. The signaling on the cable is RS-232C." He crawls out and stands up. Alvin looks at me squatting on the desktop next to the terminal. "Uh, the switch is right. . . ." He points at the terminal with his wrist.

Climb down from Lloyd's desk and say, "Let's hook up mine and switch it on. Lloyd can switch on her terminal."

Alvin nods, crawls under my desk with two cables and pushes both up to me.

Connect it and flip the switch, hearing a slight hum. Glance down at the screen. Seeing that it is blank, I look at him.

"Takes a few seconds to warm up," says Alvin. "Called a green screen."

Gradually, green characters appear on the screen. Crawl down slowly to sit in the chair, watching the screen. The characters glow brightly now. In one corner are a few characters that say login followed by a blinking vertical line.

"That's your login prompt, uh, Jill, and that blinking line is the cursor. Just type in your username, jillp3408, and press the Enter key."

After I do what he says, the cursor moves down one line. "3408 is the last four of my telephone number?"

"Right. Now type your password. It will prompt you to change it later, but right now, it's paSSword11. Everything is lower case except the Ss. When you replace your password, use non-dictionary words with upper and lower case characters and a couple of numbers. Make sure you use at least seven characters."

"Why?"

"Called strong authentication. I enabled it so I know it's really you logging on to your terminal. The system will also force you to change your password every thirty days. Never give your password to anyone."

Type it in and press the Enter key. Up pops a menu:

Menu

Review voice messages
Review voice routing

Review email messages
Compose an email message

Review a position description
Review a resume
Review a document

Open another session [F1 - F8]
Switch to a session [Alt F1 - F8]

Logout

"Cool," I whisper, looking up at Alvin. He has a knowing grin on his face. "What's email, Alvin?"

"Electronic mail."

"Why would I open eight sessions?"

"Say you're reviewing a resume and a document like a cover letter, each in a separate session and you decide you want to write an email about it."

"Oh. Are there other shortcuts? Of course there are. What are they?"

"Yes there are but I haven't granted you access to the command line to execute them yet."

"Ah, so I see only what you allow me to see. What's this system called, Alvin?"

"What, the terminal?"

"No, the system that you enabled for strong authentication. The system you used to set up this menu."

"Oh, that's the operating system, uh, Jill. It's Unix."

"Unix," I breathe. "And the mainframe that Unix runs on, what is that called?"

"A host."

"Can hosts communicate?"

"Sure, using one of the computer networks," says Alvin. "There's the computer science network, called CSNET. The Advanced Research Projects Agency network is ARPANET. Of course, the military has a network called MILNET."

"Are the networks connected?"

"Not MILNET now, but they were until last year," says Alvin. "The military took more than half of the connected hosts into MILNET. Last year, ARPANET and CSNET set up a gateway between their networks. Everybody's starting to call these connected hosts the Internet now, like an inter-network."

"Can you send me stuff to read on this?"

"It's kind of boring," says Alvin, staring at me.

"I'll call if I have questions."

"Okay, but use email, Jill. I monitor that more than I do voicemail."

Nodding, I say, "Beat it, Alvin. I want to use this." As he begins to gather boxes and tools, I add, "You'll be hearing from me."

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Doc's Place Chat
© 2008, Michel Grover.
Chapter 16 | Part 3
Summer 2009

Lucia :
Mic has posted in the left frame paragraphs from Doc's Place, one of his copyrighted stories. I'm moderating chat here in the right frame. I post every day, but I don't post everything. I have formed a secondary group from which I may also post comments.

Alice :
Before we begin discussing this story part, we should allow Doug to ask his obligatory dumb-ass questions. Go ahead, Doug. Get them out of your system.

Doug :
Why in the hell are we reading about Alvin the uber-geek and dork extraordinaire installing a couple computer terminals? What does it have to do with anything and why does it interest me?

Alice :
Go ahead, Lucia. Jump in and defend our village idiot.

Lucia :
Not this time, Alice. Have at him.

Alice :
Let's begin with the specifics and work our way to the general. Would you say that Alvin is a virgin, Doug?

Doug :
Probably

Alice :
Why?

Doug :
Alvin gawks at Jill, doesn't answer her question, stares at her breasts and when he does reply, he talks to her breasts. He deals with fat, dorky men and women all day every day and rarely even sees someone sexy, let alone converses with her or him. He has little experience in relating to women. His chances of getting laid are nil.

Alice :
You, on the other hand, get laid practically every night. Why?

Doug :
Lucky, I guess

Alice :
So, is Alvin unlucky?

Doug :

No, actually, that's not it at all, Alice. As most of us in this group know, the real answers to your questions (about why I get laid every night and Alvin doesn't) lie in natural selection, specifically, sexual selection.

A woman is attracted to me for several reasons, but the primary reasons are first, that I can provide shelter and a comfortable life for her, and second, that she wants to produce progeny with me so that our children will possess both her and my obvious physical and other visible attributes. These reasons are the best method of assuring her survival long enough to produce offspring and assuring the survival of said progeny so that they may reproduce successfully, hopefully assuring the survival of her genetic code into future generations. A gorgeous woman with the most sexually seductive physical attributes imaginable throws herself at me practically every night. She has carefully prepared herself in every detail to enhance her chances of capturing my attention and, when she has it, she offers her body to me in hopes of holding my attention long enough to produce offspring.

Few women discover in themselves any attraction at all to Alvin because he does not possess the physical traits I do. His only chance of attracting a moderately attractive female is to attain wealth. However, Alvin will quickly discover that she will leave him as quickly as possible, with as much of his wealth as she can grasp so she can continue trying to capture the attention of more suitable males like me while she still has a bit of her youthful attractiveness left.

Of course, you know all this already, which brings us back to you. What's the point of this interrogation, Alice?

Alice :
The point is to give you a good thrashing for your supercilious questions and haughty demeanor. Even when you do reveal your self to us, you rarely reveal more than a superficial, pointless existence. We're trying to plumb your depths, Doug, if indeed you have any. If you're feeling bored, angry or harassed, drop out. No one's forcing you to participate.

Doug :
So, we're not discussing Alvin and his asexuality at all. We're discussing me. You're treating me as you treated Suze. Either I put up with your harassment or I accept second-class status where occasionally I toss out a comment, which the group either ridicules or ignores.

Alice :
As with Suze, no one's leaping to your defense, Doug. Why not?

Doug :
I don't have any real friends in the group.

Alice :
Why not?

Doug :
Anticipating your next question, I haven't tried to make any real friends because making friends requires a level of energy and involvement I simply don't care to expend. You see, Alice and all of you, I've already performed this type of self-examination and concluded that I don't need to be close to anyone. I have plenty of money and access to more so I'm self-sufficient. People try to capture my attention and please me because I'm slim, handsome, well to do, well dressed and haughty. Few succeed and those who do offer me gifts I don't want or offer up their bodies in hopes that I'll give a shit but I don't.

Alice :

You strut around this group as if you're a bully in a schoolyard, pretending you own it. If anyone dares to offer up content that doesn't pique your admittedly shallow and ephemeral interest, you ridicule the originator, punch him or her in the face and then walk away without consequence.

Like any bully, you ignore the facts, which I shall now list. Every time you have ridiculed participants and their contributions, we have gone on to have a stimulating discussion, which you then claim has become one of your reasons for living. You have yet to offer up a single original contribution for the group's examination because you're just too goddamned cool for the room. We don't see your slim, handsome body, your clothes and your cool demeanor; therefore, you don't impress us at all. We don't need or want you—for anything. You ignore all of these facts. You even ignore the fact that we call you the village idiot. Why is that?

Doug :
You're right, Alice. I deserve all that criticism. I apologize for my behavior. To answer your question, I can only assume I behave this way because I assume that the same frosty good looks that get me through life here in LA will also get me through life here in our virtual chat room.

Alice :

So what? Your admission and apology hold no interest for us because we don't need you. You feed off our energy while contributing nothing and we're supposed to be grateful for your attention? You really are an idiot, Doug.

Try this: drop out, not just to the secondary group but completely out. Continue hitting the ball games, concerts and bars. Continue picking up gorgeous women and porking them. Continue reading the story and chats while making snide remarks, if you think of any. Just don't come back.

Doug :
Is this how all of you feel?

Alice :
Nothing, not even an echo for more than 24hrs. How long do you want to wait, Dougie?

Doug :
I'd like to say that I didn't intend to hurt anyone or be cruel. I thought I was posing valid questions that others were thinking but were afraid to ask. I didn't realize that I was being a bully or ridiculing others or their ideas. If I hurt anyone's feelings, I sincerely apologize and ask your forgiveness. I will continue reading the stories and chats because I find them fascinating but I will keep my sophomoric and hurtful comments to myself. Benny, you are a city on a hill. Amalie, the world will be better off in your hands. Alice, I thank you for your honesty. I bear no ill will toward anyone. Good-bye.

Alice :
Don't let the door hit you on the ass on your way out.

Benny :
As Jill is checking out Alvin, I keep thinking that she sees no weapons, no threat. She focuses on his body, which is soft, and his pocket protector full of tools. Apparently, she trusts Soji to check Alvin's valise and the boxes even though the gate guards probably already checked them, just doing their jobs.

Alan :
Active, motivated professionals are the best at threat assessment because their training and experience hone their instincts. In fact, such dedicated people do a thousand times more for national security than a thousand bureaucrats who respond to a single incident that seems more like a movie plot than a legitimate threat.

I wanted to ask you, Raj, whether or not you agreed that Alvin is probably a virgin. Does this assumption translate in Indian or Bengalaru culture?

Raj :
I agree with Doug that Alvin is probably a virgin. I surmised that based upon his discomfort in chatting with Jill, not because he is an uber-geek, which does not make him boring either. For example, he knows a lot about technology and its history. These details are not inconsequential.

Benny :

Good point, Raj. I've studied Mic's writing and come up with a little analysis on exactly that point. What Mic does is he brings up a seemingly irrelevant topic and then buries one or more key facts in that seeming irrelevance. He appears to do this so that we, the readers, do not question those facts later when he brings them up again and they become not only relevant but crucial.

A good example is the racquetball game with Carlos, which he brought up to show the extent to which Jill will go to fit into society. He brings it up again to feed the growing tension between Jill and Kerry North. I have no doubt but that he will use it again because Mic tends to get a lot of mileage out of his details and seeming distractions.

In this part, he uses Alvin to explain the history of technology to Jill. Alvin explains that MILNET split off from ARPANET and CSNET last year, but that the latter two set up a gateway between them. What do you bet that this single fact will become crucial within a dozen chapter parts or so?

Raj :

I won't take that bet, Benny, because I've noticed the same thing. I'll use the example of Jill's visit to the photographers, Tom and Penny. Doug uses this opportunity to dig up the fact that for several years, Jill served as a contract assassin for the US government. However, this not only has nothing to do with the story discussion but also precludes the group from discussing the real reason Mic included this detail.

During the visit with Tom and Penny, Jill picks up the phone and tells Le to cancel her scheduled series of appointments with A Pair of Aces. Now, Le had a business reason for setting up those appointments or she wouldn't have done it. Yet Jill takes her appointments. Earlier, we learned that Jill takes this position so she can distract Peter from noticing that Pere is preparing to raid Ferro assets in Las Vegas. What Jill does here is make a business decision between the priorities of the Baron Ranch requirements and the Pere requirements for raiding Ferro. Obviously, Jill decides that the Ferro raid has priority. The fact that Le doesn't argue means that she agrees.

Now, in this part, look at Jill's first reaction to her menu. This is her first look at Unix and she thinks it's cool. In fact, Mic uses the word `breathed' to state Jill's reaction to Unix. While Jill's reactions are significant, they certainly aren't surprising. Jill has been a motor head or gear head, I believe you call it in the US, all her life. We read about how quickly Jill fixed Detective Locaccio's vehicle when it was running poorly.

Alan, you knew Jill in the military 30yrs ago, or 10yrs before this story. Did you know she was a gear head back then?

Alan :
It was common knowledge on the floor and in the fishbowl that Jill was a gear head. Tech Sergeant Matta, Jill's first supervisor, told everyone on the flight about his first off-duty contact with Jill. They had met the day before on the last swing shift, Jill's first day. Next day, he had just finished replacing the plugs, points and condenser on his Toyota sedan. He was trying to adjust the timing because it would hardly run at all.

Jill steps up and asks if he's "tuning the ol' Toyota," was what he said she said. Jill tells him to start it up and within a minute, the Toyota's purring like a kitten. Tells him to kill the engine and then touch the ignition twice. A few seconds later, Jill tells him to start it up and back it out. Toyota's running like brand new.

Sergeant Matta asks why Jill isn't running her own shop. Jill asks why he isn't teaching Socratic Method at Cornell. She watches as he backs out and drives away. After telling that story, Sergeant Matta, who had just earned his masters degree in philosophy, pauses as he looks off into the distance and says softly, "You know, I'd love to teach Socratic Method at Cornell University. Now, how in hell did she know that?"

Raj :
Thank you, Alan. That is a fine story well told. Even 35yrs ago, Jill wasn't answering direct questions, was she?

Alan :
Nope, and she rarely answers them now.

Raj :
We have established for use in future analysis two critical tips: Jill is technically sharp and Mic buries important facts within seemingly inconsequential details just before he intends to apply those facts to the story. We need to recall these facts as we continue our analysis of the story and the larger process in which we are all involved.

Benny :

Certainly, group learning is an important part of the educational process, but let's not forget the nature of that larger process. Some smart people are teaching, guiding and manipulating us for their own ends, some of which we know, some we suspect and others, we have no idea are occurring at all.

Having said that, I'd like to compliment you, Maria, on the important detail you called to our attention during the last chat, which led to a discussion with Le. We learned from Le that Pere has been recording Jill and probably all of the Pere executives for decades.

Maria :

Thank you, Benny. I enjoy not only the larger process, as Raj and you have called it, but this particular discussion about noticing the important clues to that larger process that Mic hides in the story details. It's also fascinating to realize that the executives are manipulating us as we chat, whether we notice it or not.

I'd also like to add a tip to the two that you mentioned a bit earlier, Raj. Not only is Jill technically savvy about machines, she is also perceptive about people's physical capabilities. Jill evaluates such things rapidly to assess their level of competence or threat to her and others. However, Jill is definitely not savvy about people's emotions and relationships, mostly because she just doesn't care enough to pay attention. Would you agree?

Raj :
Oh yes, we discussed in dpc2:1 Jill's ability to assess physical capabilities rapidly. I'm sure we all realize that Jill lacks the ability or interest to read people emotionally; however, we have yet to delve deeply into it. Perhaps we will some day.

Maria :

But not today. Benny, regarding Jill checking out Alvin that you mentioned earlier in this chat, I found myself doing the same thing. Do you think we're beginning to look at people, things and events from Jill's perspective—through her eyes, so to speak?

Benny :
Amalie, Lupita and I discussed this very issue off-line just a few days ago. We actually began discussing how the 3 of us had begun viewing every situation from the perspective of Sun Tzu, when Amalie pointed out that we were describing the perspective, not of Sun Tzu, but of Jill Price.

Maria :
What's the difference? Aren't Sun Tzu's and Jill's perspectives identical since Jill is a student of Sun Tzu?

Amalie :
Everyone's interpretation and implementation of Sun Tzu's philosophy regarding the art of war is unique, Maria. In fact, Ume gave Lupita, Benny and I a little exercise: she gave us several unidentified persons' actions based upon Sun Tzu's teachings while facing a situation. All of us were able to identify Jill easily as the actor in each situation that applied.

Maria :
Wait a second. You said Ume gave you an exercise. Are the 3 of you chatting with Ume?

Amalie :
Yes, Ume spends an hour with the 3 of us each day. We've been doing this for about a month.

Maria :
That's wonderful, but I must admit that I'm a bit jealous. I know that you and Lupita are future executives. Why is Benny involved?

Amalie :
Benny is also a future executive, and, as such, a permanent counselor to both Lupita and me.

Alan :
What is Benny's future position?

Suze :
Come on, Alan. Isn't it obvious? I've suspected it ever since Benny and Alice began traveling together.

Jules :
Holy shit, Benny is Donna's replacement as SIA chief. Congratulations, Jill, you just promoted the world's youngest genius sociopath to the position of Pere's future executive assassin.