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Chapter 44: Galene @ 0.8x nhs

Chapter 44: Galene @ 0.8x nhs

“No, I’m serious, I want you to tell me how you did it,” Greg said across the table. They were at a restaurant back in Athens, celebrating over champagne.

The restaurant was ridiculously expensive, and so was her fancy dress. He had suggested to come by company car, since the bike would have ruined her hair, but she wanted to give him a night of crazy-hot, mind-blowing s*x after this and the bike did wonders as an aphrodisiac for her.

“Look at us, swapping places for once. I, the teacher, you, the student.”

“If only I had teachers as hot and smart as you,” he said, raising a glass. “But honestly, you must know by now that I treat you as an equal.”

“I know you respect my opinions, I just need a moment to rub it in a bit longer.”

“Okay, take all the time you need. But I really do want to know your thinking behind it.”

“Okay. It’s a fleshware problem.”

“Oh, yeah, tell me about that.”

“Fleshware problem. That’s what we call it in IT. A hardware problem is when the electronics break down, the physical stuff.” She motioned along with her hands. “A software problem is when there’s a bug or a problem with code, the intangible stuff.”

“Okay…”

“And the fleshware problem, is when there’s nothing wrong with the first two, but the problem lies with the fleshy part.”

“The user.”

“The user,” she nodded, feeling tipsy.

“It’s a fancy way of calling people idiots, I assume?”

“Yes! But it’s an actual problem. You know what happens when new gear is shipped in to a department?”

“I can guess. The employees raise hell, complain that the new system isn’t as good as the old one, productivity plummets, no one wants to take the time and do the training, the supervisors get yelled at by their superiors.”

“Spot on, babe. That’s the fleshware problem. It’s when there’s nothing wrong with the tech, but the people make a mess of it, anyway.”

“So, you’re saying that the whole concept of the Augmented Olympics was technically fine and feasible, but we needed to find the problematic flesh involved.”

“I love it when you listen to me. I get tingles all over.” She stared at the light through her glass, cross-eyed. “Wow, this bubbly is strong.”

Greg thought about it. “Yeah, I like that thinking. I’ll make sure to incorporate it into my own.”

“Incorporate, heh! Silly word,” she slurred.