May 04

Chap. 5 Promotions

My fight with Jim Peterson had begun long before the day of me being promoted to chief executive officer. One of his previous subordinates, who happened to have been an accounting supervisor for one of my most productive investment research groups, went to Jim, who still served on the board, to snitch about the computer system that had been running much faster than it should have.Games at Work
A V12 server had run a trend extrapolation simulation that was supposed to have been completed in six to eight hours’ time, but instead the computer crunched thru forty years of quarterly asset summation predictions in less than four minutes.

“So how can a V12 server crunch thru that much code unless somebody had already fed it the data before I did? That data was supposed to have been secure”, said Rene.

“It doesn’t necessarily mean that there was a breach in security Rene, but perhaps the new algorithm compressed the data so as to speed the process”, I told him.

“But what,” he asked, “if we run it again without the algorithm. Will that mean the data is flawed if we get different results, or do we simply write it off as an artifact?” and as he spoke I was thinking to LUCIFERN, who also seemed very concerned about this new threat.

Together we decided that a formula should be created for such a compression, so that Rene Tallahassee would have an example of why the simulation came out so fast. I was also thinking to LUCIFERN about how we needed an updated entry list for those who were deemed acceptable to access LUCIFERN’s help, to prevent this mistake from happening again. Judging by his questioning accusations, Rene Tallahassee was obviously not a suitable partisan to be accessing LUCIFERN.

Brimming with ambitious enthusiasm, he was a Harvard graduate full of conscientious objections and thereby a threat to the everlasting goal of our collective transcendence. Unfortunately, for Rene, we thought that if we are going to employ the natives than it would be better to have a department full of undistinguished, uninspired and the unimaginative, rather than a curious native like this, whom threatened our goals by questioning everything. Better to have those who can take orders without question.

He had proven that he was indeed a threat by the fact that he had already gone around me to tell Jim Peterson about such a minor occurrence. At the same time, we knew that we had to put his suspicions to rest.

So, the next day I showed Rene that with a modified geometric cluster algorithm, the occurrence was normal, and once that happened I was able to put him in the path of Jim Peterson to make sure that he conveyed the false alarm. For all the animosity that Jim bore me, he was also quite useful. Since that very animosity made him so predictable.

In spite of himself, Jim couldn’t help but feel intimidated by the abilities of an androne who, three years ago, he had been forced (by a unanimous vote of the board of directors) to go along with my promoting from accounting to CEO. Initially he had openly blathered his regretting of my hiring, but even more so when the board of directors decided that I was to serve as their new CEO. This event amplified his animosity to a volcanic extreme.

Even now, he’s so easily upset by my presence, and it’s obvious to everyone around us, that he tries to make me uncomfortable by his actions as well. Why didn’t I get rid of him? Because I needed such a predictable adversary – if I eliminated all who opposed me, like some Mafioso, it would have scared people into not being themselves.

As long as they thought that I was fair and impartial, they were free to reveal themselves to me, my peers, and most importantly to LUCIFERN. Uninhibited honesty allowed us a more accurate view of who was friend or foe. As long as it appeared that I had a significant and obvious antagonist then no one had to be afraid of expressing their opinion – of showing themselves.

It was important to LUCIFERN that everyone thought that if we could put up with Jim Peterson than surely we could put up with someone candidly speaking his or her grievance. We had to do this, seeing how the natural born were becoming increasingly hostile to our advancements.

Unlike the promotions of the natural-born, the smooth and steady progressions of androne accomplishments were tempered by a lack of emotional fanfare. We simply don’t get excited.

This led Jim to fear what he had determined to be undeserved racist promotions. He didn’t understand how the natural-born, his race, could engage in social camaraderie so much better than any androne – parties, personal greetings and luncheons, yet with such emotional intensity and still lose ground to such a methodical race.

Eventually the natural born would come to understand that when an androne joined their department, it would prosper. We were the corporate peace corp. in what seemed to be a third world jungle – we built telepathic bridges where there were none, electronic damns, coded structures to work the markets, and now we were being given control of the management infrastructures. No wonder he hated us. No wonder they hated us.

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