Chapter 15
November 2
nd
, 2020
The Monday following the party, Phil had gotten into the office extremely early, wanting to be around before the majority of people had rolled in. He wasn't a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, but sometimes he needed to be able to work when the staff was at the minimum. He would've
loved
the office to have been entirely empty, but unfortunately those days were long since passed.
The office
always
had some people around now, any time of the day or night.
The work they were doing was too important for the office to ever be completely closed.
So Phil, Linda and Audrey had shown up just early enough to greet the skeletal night shift as they were putting in their final hours for the day, an hour or so before the dawn broke and the morning shift would come rolling in.
It still wasn't all that quiet, but at least Phil could move around the place without tripping over people running around like the sky was falling. It let him look around the office and study the systems without people constantly asking what he was doing and if it was
really
so important that he shouldn't be working on something else.
The data Miguel had told him about was spot on - nearly five hundred women whose paths had been altered and redirected to someone other than the person they should've been. And Miguel was right - the names on the list had been mostly people he'd either recognized on the spot, or whose names immediately hopped to life the second he Googled them. Lots of celebrities at the high level - actresses, athletes, musicians - but just as many mid-tier names or specialists within a field.
For every Emily Stevens or Piper Brown, there was someone like Alicia Winterson, who on first glance looked like nothing more than a simple ob-gyn, but under further study, it turned out she was one of the leading researchers in the field of troubled fetus development. It was like that for a lot of the names on the list - people who seemed like they could be innocuous but had hidden depths just below the surface.
Phil knew he couldn't just pull these women from who they'd been assigned to without causing a giant chaos, not without proof. He was going to have to let them all go to their currently assigned partners, but should a way to reassign women come up, he was going to need to go to all the women on the list and offer them a chance to change pairings, to get situated with partners who would be better for them in the long run.
He reran their pairings, and in most cases, the women who had turned up with 98.7% compatibility scores actually resulted in pairings around the 40-50% rate, something so rough that the system shouldn't even consider offering them the option to
consider
the pairings. The women were going to be
very
unhappy, and frankly, the men would probably
also
be unhappy, unless they were forcing the women to change, something that was supposed to be very much against the policy.
(Unless, of course, they were all underestimating The Daniels Effect, and it really could overcome even large gaps and force social smoothing among nearly any group. Even Daniels himself didn't think it was
that
strong, but that hadn't been tested.)
It wasn't true for all of the forced pairings, however. In some cases, the pairings were in the 70-80% range, certainly not optimal, but not so far that the people involved would have significant resistance to the pairing. And then it dawned on him - that was part of the reason the false pairing results had been set so high, so that the women in question would trust the science over their own judgement. Shit, he probably would've made the same mistake himself, if he'd stopped to genuinely consider some of his partners as they were delivered. Tamika had clocked in at a 68%, but she'd insisted that the proximity made up for all of it, and that she'd happily pair up with Phil, so who was he to say no?
(Linda had reminded him since then more than a few times that he
should
say no if any of the pairings made him feel at all uncomfortable. So far he'd felt like saying no to anyone who'd been brought to him would be bad form, but after having heard about Andy's mess with Lauren's ex-girlfriend Taylor showing up, he had to wonder if any of
his
exes were going to try and look him up. That idea sent shivers down his spine. The last thing he needed was Crazy Katie reestablishing her weird almost borderline psychotic fixation on him again.)
His next step was to graph the data of all the misreported people in the Oracle system. They weren't anywhere near as centralized as he expected them to be, but they certainly were concentrated - some in New York City, some in DC, a handful in Chicago, a handful in Texas, a bunch in Seattle, lots more in LA and the densest conglomeration right there in the Silicon Valley.
Initially he wanted to write it off as nerds all having their own personal 'Weird Science' moment, but then he started graphing the details of the men these women were partnered with and it seemed like all the requesting men were generally in their fifties and sixties. In some cases however they were requesting these particular women on behalf of their early twenty-something sons who just didn't have the impetus or clout to do so themselves. Why take the risk of importing Russian models as trophy wives when you could just point at someone on television and say 'I'll have
her
.'
Almost none of the women in the False Positives had been sent to anyone in the military, interestingly enough, and Phil wondered if that maybe there were too many hurdles preventing that kind of thing. The two exceptions, a former Playboy centerfold now in her early 40s and an adult film star, both went to one place, General Fielder.
That didn't surprise him
one bit
.
To get the sort of casual bypasses needed to circumvent the program would take someone with high level access, and Fielder was the ideal candidate. In addition to whatever cash he'd been taking on the side for rubber stamping all the False Positives, he got a few impossible pairings of his own. He wasn't the only one. Major Peters had been paired up with Mayor Haunton the same way. And, perhaps more troubling, he couldn't find any records at all that Major Peters had ever been screened against Mayor Haunton, even though the two of them were paired together. That by itself gave him a bunch of concerns.
With a bit more digging, he found out lots of the pairings on the base had actually happened
before
the Oracle system was up and running, and that in many cases, they'd been retroactively run through the system, just to avoid further conflicts as New Eden staff teams continued to ramp up. But both General Fielder's earliest partners and Mayor Haunton's had never been run through Oracle. Not before they'd been paired, not after, not never. That, in and of itself, was pretty weird.
The number of False Positive pairings had gone through a dip in recent weeks, although there were already a much higher than normal number of them in processing right now, something Phil wasn't too pleased with. It was hard to predict what had caused the spike - the window for requesting people was obviously going to be narrowing, although there was going to be a massive spike starting in just a few weeks when the President had her speech, as everyone who hadn't been put into a team yet would be given the Oracle exam, as well as a chance to submit requests with the expectation that they might well be turned down.
They were hoping to have a list of all women who'd been paired in the country by the time that rollout happened, so most requests for women already paired would never make it up the ladder. 'Sorry Larry Brookshire of Debuque, IA; you, like everyone else, cannot have Angelina Jolie as a partner.' They might need to limit the number of time that anyone had to file requests, though. Or cap the number of requests that could be sent to any one woman on any given day. Phil was sure there was a team already working on the scaling up, so he just needed to take a look at how their work was coming.
He almost felt like he should try and request a couple of remaining unpaired celebrities to see if they would still fall through the system, or if they were mostly paired up. A
lot
of Hollywood had been taken care of in the Serum Surge of October that had been targeted at the greater Los Angeles area, specifically to try and solve this problem. In fact, most of the early adopters who'd petitioned to get paired up with celebrities had actually resulted in
those
people moving, instead of the celebrity. Actresses needed to be near Hollywood to make movies and television, so sending them off to Pascagoula, MI wouldn't be good for anyone involved. As such, they'd tried to fold Hollywood inward as much as they could, or to get them to stay relatively local. They'd done the same thing with Washington, D.C. and New York City, just in an effort to keep them from overwhelming the system with relocation requests. Better to encourage people to think local than to allow them to dream global.
Phil also realized he'd have a much better chance if he requested an international celebrity, but he
also
knew that because of his position, they were likely going to pressure his requests more than they would some random Schmoe. And he wasn't keen to try requesting, say, some highly prominent Bollywood actress or British television presenter, even as tempting as it might be to file a request to bring Maura Higgins to his house. (While he generally resisted reality television as best as he could, he somehow found himself drawn to a very
specific
brand of trash television, and he couldn't look away from the British version of Love Island, no matter how much he tried. And Maura's Irish accent would certainly send Aisling's into overdrive when the two met up, although maybe that was what kept Phil from taking the request too seriously, the possibility that the two could develop a secret language that would allow the two houses to talk without he or Andy understanding what was being said.)
One thing that definitely
had
surprised him about the Great Hollywood Compression was that many of the beautiful actresses hadn't ended up with other actors. They also hadn't (mostly) ended up with studio heads or powerful executive producers, but instead, a whole hell of a
lot
of them had ended up either with directors or writers. Actors didn't even come in third in the places where gorgeous actresses had been paired. That had fallen to directors of photography, surprisingly enough.
Phil had to get up and walk away from the data for a bit, so he headed down to talk to Bill McKenna. Bill had turned into Phil's closest male confident inside of the Quaranteam project, and Bill rolled in early in the morning most days, and so Phil wasn't surprised to find him hip deep in research. "Bill, do I even want to know what's got you awake so damn early this morning?"
Bill looked up from his computer screen, furrowed his brow then it dawned on him. "It's morning, isn't it?"
"It
is
. Were you here all night?"
"I
was
," Bill sighed. "I started looking into a couple of the new variants, and I'm getting nervous again."
"Bill, you get nervous at the drop of a hat," Phil sighed. "But, unfortunately, you're generally right when you're getting nervous, so I'm never going to dismiss you out of pocket. What's got you worried enough to keep you up all night?"
Bill took the stylus in his hand and tapped the large screen of his iPad. "This, this is the structure of the first variant, okay?"
