Chapter 17
November 5
th
, 2020
The last few days had been something of an utter panic, as he and Miguel had been working to identify any additional paths into the system while starting to knock down every override path they could find. They'd wanted to be able to track down where the requests were coming from, but at this point, both of them were simply too worried that too many people sneaking in the back door, and they just wanted to make sure more women weren't getting sent where they weren't supposed to.
They weren't entirely sure what they needed to do, but clearly they had to figure out how to
prove
who was setting the system this way. The coding had been done cleverly enough that it could've been passed off as a glitch, so despite the fact that they had a list of all the people who'd been affected by the forced misassignment, they weren't sure how to approach it. Shutting it all the way down wasn't an option, so they were just going to have to keep tabs on it, and couldn't tell anyone about their concerns until they had
solid
proof.
Without proof, Phil had argued, they were just going to look like people chasing ghosts in the machine, people who had cracked under the strain of the stress they were under.
He didn't realize exactly how much that was about to be tested.
It was just a little past one in the afternoon when Linda came rushing into Phil's office looking like she'd seen a ghost. "Phil, honey, you know how I made you put that can of emergency deodorant in your desk drawer?" she said to him, approaching his desk.
"Yeeees?" he said, drawing the word out suspiciously.
"I'm going to need you to spray as much of that on beneath your arms as you can without looking like you're fumigating, and I'm going to need you to do that right fucking now," she told him, and the way she said it meant he already had the can out before she hit the word 'arms.'
"What's going on?" he asked as he finished flooding his armpits with scent to hide the fact that he hadn't had time to shower last night or this morning.
"POTUS is here."
Three words, all of which he
understood
, but somehow didn't logically connect inside of his brain, because there was no way the President of The United States had just decided to 'swing by' New Eden on a whim, and if there had been a plan, somebody sure as fuck should have told
him
about it. "That doesn't... I don't... what are you talking about?"
"The President, Phil, she's fucking
here
. And you have a briefing to give in like ten to fifteen minutes, so you need to get ready for that."
"Ready for
what
?" Phil asked her. "Briefing
on
what?"
"I don't know, so I guess you better be ready for anything!"
Phil grumbled, but sure enough, a few minutes later, a couple of women in black suits came to escort him down the hallway towards one of the meeting rooms, Linda in accompaniment, although she'd been required to leave her service weapons outside of the room. When he saw her disarming, Phil took a moment to stop and disarm as well - ever since someone had tried to kidnap him, there had been no time he'd been near people where he hadn't been carrying at least one firearm. But the Secret Service apparently hadn't thought to consider that, and he could see both agents mentally kicking themselves when he did. They wouldn't be making
that
mistake again.
As they let him into the room, the first thing he saw was President Pelosi sitting at the head of the table, from which she immediately stood up, and the small cabal of people around her also stood up with her, as she moved towards him, offering her hand to shake.
"Dr. Marcos, I understand we've got you to thank for keeping humanity alive," the President said to him as he shook her hand.
"Me and at least a dozen other key personnel on this site, Madam President," Phil said, glancing quickly around the room to see who he recognized, finding a mix of both friendly and adversarial faces. On the positive side, both Bill McKenna and Miguel Cunningham were in the room, which meant there were science authorities there to back him up. But, unfortunately, for every friendly face, there were faces he had absolutely no desire to see, including General Fielder, James Haunton and Arthur Covington the 4
th