community coordinators – Cocos. The ideal Coco was a retired non-com or junior officer who refused to take part in the borders, choosing instead to stay home and defend his own community. A Resco was a middle grade officer – level O-4 to O-6 – especially trusted for his loyalty, judgment, intelligence, and independence.
I took the stage first at the summit the next day. I was pleased with my presentation, and hugely proud of Amenac, so I spoke with enthusiasm and confidence.
The attendees already used Amenac all the time. So I went deep into our national impact to date. How many Resco and armed forces personnel online, of course, as well as overall members over time. The survivor reunion database, which had gone from Hawaii- and California-specific, to national, with over 5 million people found and reconnected to their loved ones. Over 20 million had been found and confirmed dead. Which was a comfort, too, to the survivors – to know, rather than to be left forever wondering.
Tens of thousands of farm markets and safe routes to get to them. Thousands of meteorologists giving the best weather forecasts available. By now, the federal government had given up lying. They published honest weather data in the first place. But Amenac had the people’s confidence, not the National Weather Service. We’d never lied to them, and risked arrest and disappearance to tell them the truth. Like many other Amenac initiatives, the meteorologists had their own in-depth site now, where the experts evolved new forecast models that discounted older data in favor of newer, climate-skewed experience. A number of other Amenac-powered research clearinghouses had blossomed, from autism research to environmentalists.
We’d added online voting, and hundreds of communities now experimented with Amenac for direct democracy. I was deeply pleased with how that was evolving, and encouraged the Rescos to experiment with it.
Emmett apologetically took the stage with me to answer questions. And many of the questions were directed at him, from the Resco perspective. He related how he’d acquired me, Amenac, and his epidemiologist Tom Aoyama, out of HomeSec detention in exchange for a marker – for reliable local daycare.
I laughed out loud. “You’re making it up!”
“I’m not,” he insisted. “The Director has two kids, and the schools closed. A mother-in-law with Alzheimer’s at home. In exchange for Tom, I extended the marker to cover her, too. Hey, it’s what she really wanted.” Emmett shrugged with a grin.
“And they’ve honored that ? All this time?”
“HomeSec is people, Dee, just like the rest of us. They use Amenac. The weather scares them. They’re afraid of Ebola. They have missing relatives to find. Their work is to stamp out dissidents and potential terrorists, and Amenac helps them monitor that. Granted, when you piss them off, they add demands and make my life miserable.” The audience laughed.
“Question,” called out the Poughkeepsie Resco, who I still had mentally tagged as avm89 – Lt. Colonel Ash Margolis. “Do you have any cyber warfare capability?”
“No,” I said.
“Yes,” Emmett contradicted me. “Amenac is powered by a white hat hacker group. They have massive defensive capability. They also have other sponsors. Two of them are truly interesting resources in their own right. Especially in cyber security.”
I frowned. I was only aware of one other sponsor, Canadian Intelligence. Though as Emmett pointed it out, I realized that keeping Amenac alive constituted cyber security in itself. But I’d never considered it in the context of cyber warfare.
“And those sponsors are?” our host Captain Niedermeyer prodded.
“Can’t say,” Emmett said. “But I could offer some markers on cyber security. To protect a power plant or something?”
“Interesting! Thank you,” avm89 replied.
“Emmett, or Dee,” called out General Cullen. The commander of the New York city borders was the only brass left with
I took the stage first at the summit the next day. I was pleased with my presentation, and hugely proud of Amenac, so I spoke with enthusiasm and confidence.
The attendees already used Amenac all the time. So I went deep into our national impact to date. How many Resco and armed forces personnel online, of course, as well as overall members over time. The survivor reunion database, which had gone from Hawaii- and California-specific, to national, with over 5 million people found and reconnected to their loved ones. Over 20 million had been found and confirmed dead. Which was a comfort, too, to the survivors – to know, rather than to be left forever wondering.
Tens of thousands of farm markets and safe routes to get to them. Thousands of meteorologists giving the best weather forecasts available. By now, the federal government had given up lying. They published honest weather data in the first place. But Amenac had the people’s confidence, not the National Weather Service. We’d never lied to them, and risked arrest and disappearance to tell them the truth. Like many other Amenac initiatives, the meteorologists had their own in-depth site now, where the experts evolved new forecast models that discounted older data in favor of newer, climate-skewed experience. A number of other Amenac-powered research clearinghouses had blossomed, from autism research to environmentalists.
We’d added online voting, and hundreds of communities now experimented with Amenac for direct democracy. I was deeply pleased with how that was evolving, and encouraged the Rescos to experiment with it.
Emmett apologetically took the stage with me to answer questions. And many of the questions were directed at him, from the Resco perspective. He related how he’d acquired me, Amenac, and his epidemiologist Tom Aoyama, out of HomeSec detention in exchange for a marker – for reliable local daycare.
I laughed out loud. “You’re making it up!”
“I’m not,” he insisted. “The Director has two kids, and the schools closed. A mother-in-law with Alzheimer’s at home. In exchange for Tom, I extended the marker to cover her, too. Hey, it’s what she really wanted.” Emmett shrugged with a grin.
“And they’ve honored that ? All this time?”
“HomeSec is people, Dee, just like the rest of us. They use Amenac. The weather scares them. They’re afraid of Ebola. They have missing relatives to find. Their work is to stamp out dissidents and potential terrorists, and Amenac helps them monitor that. Granted, when you piss them off, they add demands and make my life miserable.” The audience laughed.
“Question,” called out the Poughkeepsie Resco, who I still had mentally tagged as avm89 – Lt. Colonel Ash Margolis. “Do you have any cyber warfare capability?”
“No,” I said.
“Yes,” Emmett contradicted me. “Amenac is powered by a white hat hacker group. They have massive defensive capability. They also have other sponsors. Two of them are truly interesting resources in their own right. Especially in cyber security.”
I frowned. I was only aware of one other sponsor, Canadian Intelligence. Though as Emmett pointed it out, I realized that keeping Amenac alive constituted cyber security in itself. But I’d never considered it in the context of cyber warfare.
“And those sponsors are?” our host Captain Niedermeyer prodded.
“Can’t say,” Emmett said. “But I could offer some markers on cyber security. To protect a power plant or something?”
“Interesting! Thank you,” avm89 replied.
“Emmett, or Dee,” called out General Cullen. The commander of the New York city borders was the only brass left with
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