Tim Kinder
Somewhere in the gap between time and eternity...
Hi everyone. It's been far, far, far too long since I've been around. I have a million excuses (some of them quite good actually! ) but I know there's no good excuse for giving up, so I'm back.
I am once again looking for a good start to my book. It seems to be the part that is tripping me up. I've had no less than a dozen readers, all of whom have told me they love the story and can't wait for more, but if I can't get readers who don't know me and literary agents past the first few pages, I know they'll never give the rest of the story a chance.
The last time I tried this I got beat up a lot. I wasn't quite ready for that. (Part of the reason I've been away for so long, but that's my problem, not the critiquers fault.) Maybe I'm still not ready for it, but I'm at least ready to try again.
Without further ado, I present, for your bloodthirsty eyes, Max Prime - In The Beginning... Chapter 1 (1330 Words).
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The main innovations lab at Spectrum Engineering is usually bustling with activity but that all came to a screeching halt about two months ago. That’s when their highly touted joint venture with the Department of Defense failed miserably to perform up to projections and expectations.
Since that night, the Senior Lead Engineer on the project, Max Blackson, has been working with his core team to try and determine what went wrong.
“Ahhhhhh…you’ve got to be kidding me!” Max exclaims as he slams his fist into his desk sending his wireless mouse inadvertently flying across it.
His chief assistant, Todd Raskin, looks up from his monitor just in time to watch the mouse drop to the floor where it promptly spills its batteries.
“Did it bite you?” He sarcastically inquires.
“Not funny.” Max flatly answers. “I just got the results back from our second proof of concept diagnostic and the simulation servers have again agreed with the demonstration data. This just doesn’t make sense. Our calculations were double and triple checked by our auditors before we even began prototyping this radar system. How can the results we’re getting now be so different from the projected results we received eight months ago?”
Todd walks over to Max’s desk, stopping briefly to collect the unlucky mouse. He wants to see the numbers for himself.
“I don’t get it either.” He finally concedes as he takes a seat next to Max’s desk. “I’ve seen simulation data vary from test to test, occasionally by as much 3-5%, but these numbers are off by more than 50%. In some case nearly 60%. These discrepancies just aren’t explainable through simple component tolerance variances.”
“Agreed which means the problems had to have occurred somewhere within the sim-server calculations, but the IT audit reports show no errors or changes being made within the server farm beyond their usual and customary system updates. They contend it has to be our fault. Garbage in, garbage out.” Max pauses a moment to rub his forehead which is once again starting to ache, signs that the fury of yet another migraine may be taking root. “Our biggest problem is that they can back their claims, and rightly so I suppose, with the fact that there were three other projects under sim-testing at that same time as our project and none of those projects have experienced these kinds of calculation discrepancies. It puts the burden of proof entirely on our shoulders but I just can’t explain how the other projects’ test results were accurate while ours, repeatedly, were not.”
“You can, you just refuse to see it or accept it.” Todd offers.
Max says nothing but flashes Todd a quizzical look.
“Sabotage, collusion, or some other form of intentional, numbers manipulation.”
Not happy with what Todd is insinuating Max snaps back, “You know, you’re starting to sound an awful lot like those DOJ attorneys at the moment. No one here did this. It’s just not possible.”
“Max, I’m not blaming anyone on our team. Don’t forget I helped write the internal auditing procedures. I’m well aware of the fact that none of our people could have done this, but the Sherlock Holmes principle of deduction still seems to be aptly applied here.”
“Alright,” Max relents, “let’s just say your theory is right. Who, then, had the opportunity, motive, and the ability to do what you’re suggesting without getting caught? Other than you or me?”
“There’s only one other viable possibility…we were hacked.”
“Hacked?! Don’t you think IT would have caught that? Nearly all of our business is done with the DOD and other various government agencies. We have the most sophisticated network, firewalls, and anti-hacking technologies available on the planet. I can’t even fathom how difficult it would be to just to get past our firewalls, let alone infiltrate our internal systems, defeat our encryption algorithms, monitor our sim-servers, intercept the data, modify it, format it, export it, re-encrypt it, and then exit our systems all without causing a single blip with Information Security.”
“Look, the theory simply says ‘however improbable’. I didn’t say I could explain how it was done, only that it’s the last possible explanation left that we haven’t positively accounted for or ruled out.” Todd reasons. “All of our investigative work is beginning to point inexorably toward one explanation, data manipulation, and since I’m positive I can eliminate you and myself from the equation, then that leaves only one other possibility…however improbable…hackers.”
“You still believe in the tooth fairy, don’t you?” Max sarcastically intones, as he rolls his eyes and turns his head away from his lifelong friend and colleague.
Ever since the test system failure, the Department of Justice and the Department of Defense have been investigating Max and Spectrum Engineering under suspicion of fraud and federal funds misappropriations. They contend that someone knowingly and maliciously altered the test data so as to convince the DOD to invest tens of millions of tax dollars to research an albatross.
The radar system Max’s team was working to develop was supposed to be a leap forward in advanced jet fighter technologies. It would purportedly provide pilots with, not just a wider view of the skies around them but, a new high resolution tactical display that would be three to four times more accurate and precise than current tactical radar systems. There was even talk of developing the technology further in the future to give pilots the option of switching to a full, 360 degree, three dimensional heads-up display so that they would be able to better see and understand what was happening in the skies around them.
While Max still believes these objectives to be obtainable, the DOD does not and the Department of Justice has been doing its level best to find evidence of malfeasance. Every note taken, every data file created, every slip of paper generated is being or has already been examined by the DOJ. Max has even joked that he thinks they may have examined some of his used Kleenex just to make sure they didn’t miss anything. The process has been long and exhausting and, at times, infuriating. Truth is Max knows the government needs a scape goat, and right now, he’s the prime candidate.
Sensing Max’s meaning Todd attempts to reassure him, “Max, I know you. Mr. Grimes knows you. This whole team knows you. And what we know is that you didn’t and you wouldn’t do anything like the DOJ is trying to imply.”
Max turns to his friend, “I know that, and I appreciate the support, but I don’t think it’s going to matter much. Not if the news reports are accurate.”
“There’s no way they can blame you for this!” an atypically angry Todd responds.
“This was my project. I developed the base concepts. I lead the research team. I supplied the DOD and the congressional appropriations committees with the research data. I gave my word and my testimony to the benefits of this new technology and the new technology didn’t just fail, it epically failed. It was my idea from the get go and that makes the failure of this project my responsibility. When the DOJ comes knocking on those doors, it’s me they’ll be hauling out of here in handcuffs.”
Sensing the almost resigned tone in Max’s voice, Todd worriedly asks, “Max, you’re not thinking about giving up are? You can’t give up. There has to be an explanation for all of this and I’m not giving up until we find it. We’ll find the answers.”
Max again turns his head away from his friend.
“Ok, fine…but I’m still not giving up. I’ll find the answers by myself if I have to.” As Todd stands to go, his belly grumbles. Though it’s barely past 9am, he and Max have been in the office for more than four hours already this morning. “I’m going to the cafeteria. When you get your head back on straight, you know where to find me.”
I am once again looking for a good start to my book. It seems to be the part that is tripping me up. I've had no less than a dozen readers, all of whom have told me they love the story and can't wait for more, but if I can't get readers who don't know me and literary agents past the first few pages, I know they'll never give the rest of the story a chance.
The last time I tried this I got beat up a lot. I wasn't quite ready for that. (Part of the reason I've been away for so long, but that's my problem, not the critiquers fault.) Maybe I'm still not ready for it, but I'm at least ready to try again.
Without further ado, I present, for your bloodthirsty eyes, Max Prime - In The Beginning... Chapter 1 (1330 Words).
**********************************************************************************************************************************************************
The main innovations lab at Spectrum Engineering is usually bustling with activity but that all came to a screeching halt about two months ago. That’s when their highly touted joint venture with the Department of Defense failed miserably to perform up to projections and expectations.
Since that night, the Senior Lead Engineer on the project, Max Blackson, has been working with his core team to try and determine what went wrong.
“Ahhhhhh…you’ve got to be kidding me!” Max exclaims as he slams his fist into his desk sending his wireless mouse inadvertently flying across it.
His chief assistant, Todd Raskin, looks up from his monitor just in time to watch the mouse drop to the floor where it promptly spills its batteries.
“Did it bite you?” He sarcastically inquires.
“Not funny.” Max flatly answers. “I just got the results back from our second proof of concept diagnostic and the simulation servers have again agreed with the demonstration data. This just doesn’t make sense. Our calculations were double and triple checked by our auditors before we even began prototyping this radar system. How can the results we’re getting now be so different from the projected results we received eight months ago?”
Todd walks over to Max’s desk, stopping briefly to collect the unlucky mouse. He wants to see the numbers for himself.
“I don’t get it either.” He finally concedes as he takes a seat next to Max’s desk. “I’ve seen simulation data vary from test to test, occasionally by as much 3-5%, but these numbers are off by more than 50%. In some case nearly 60%. These discrepancies just aren’t explainable through simple component tolerance variances.”
“Agreed which means the problems had to have occurred somewhere within the sim-server calculations, but the IT audit reports show no errors or changes being made within the server farm beyond their usual and customary system updates. They contend it has to be our fault. Garbage in, garbage out.” Max pauses a moment to rub his forehead which is once again starting to ache, signs that the fury of yet another migraine may be taking root. “Our biggest problem is that they can back their claims, and rightly so I suppose, with the fact that there were three other projects under sim-testing at that same time as our project and none of those projects have experienced these kinds of calculation discrepancies. It puts the burden of proof entirely on our shoulders but I just can’t explain how the other projects’ test results were accurate while ours, repeatedly, were not.”
“You can, you just refuse to see it or accept it.” Todd offers.
Max says nothing but flashes Todd a quizzical look.
“Sabotage, collusion, or some other form of intentional, numbers manipulation.”
Not happy with what Todd is insinuating Max snaps back, “You know, you’re starting to sound an awful lot like those DOJ attorneys at the moment. No one here did this. It’s just not possible.”
“Max, I’m not blaming anyone on our team. Don’t forget I helped write the internal auditing procedures. I’m well aware of the fact that none of our people could have done this, but the Sherlock Holmes principle of deduction still seems to be aptly applied here.”
“Alright,” Max relents, “let’s just say your theory is right. Who, then, had the opportunity, motive, and the ability to do what you’re suggesting without getting caught? Other than you or me?”
“There’s only one other viable possibility…we were hacked.”
“Hacked?! Don’t you think IT would have caught that? Nearly all of our business is done with the DOD and other various government agencies. We have the most sophisticated network, firewalls, and anti-hacking technologies available on the planet. I can’t even fathom how difficult it would be to just to get past our firewalls, let alone infiltrate our internal systems, defeat our encryption algorithms, monitor our sim-servers, intercept the data, modify it, format it, export it, re-encrypt it, and then exit our systems all without causing a single blip with Information Security.”
“Look, the theory simply says ‘however improbable’. I didn’t say I could explain how it was done, only that it’s the last possible explanation left that we haven’t positively accounted for or ruled out.” Todd reasons. “All of our investigative work is beginning to point inexorably toward one explanation, data manipulation, and since I’m positive I can eliminate you and myself from the equation, then that leaves only one other possibility…however improbable…hackers.”
“You still believe in the tooth fairy, don’t you?” Max sarcastically intones, as he rolls his eyes and turns his head away from his lifelong friend and colleague.
Ever since the test system failure, the Department of Justice and the Department of Defense have been investigating Max and Spectrum Engineering under suspicion of fraud and federal funds misappropriations. They contend that someone knowingly and maliciously altered the test data so as to convince the DOD to invest tens of millions of tax dollars to research an albatross.
The radar system Max’s team was working to develop was supposed to be a leap forward in advanced jet fighter technologies. It would purportedly provide pilots with, not just a wider view of the skies around them but, a new high resolution tactical display that would be three to four times more accurate and precise than current tactical radar systems. There was even talk of developing the technology further in the future to give pilots the option of switching to a full, 360 degree, three dimensional heads-up display so that they would be able to better see and understand what was happening in the skies around them.
While Max still believes these objectives to be obtainable, the DOD does not and the Department of Justice has been doing its level best to find evidence of malfeasance. Every note taken, every data file created, every slip of paper generated is being or has already been examined by the DOJ. Max has even joked that he thinks they may have examined some of his used Kleenex just to make sure they didn’t miss anything. The process has been long and exhausting and, at times, infuriating. Truth is Max knows the government needs a scape goat, and right now, he’s the prime candidate.
Sensing Max’s meaning Todd attempts to reassure him, “Max, I know you. Mr. Grimes knows you. This whole team knows you. And what we know is that you didn’t and you wouldn’t do anything like the DOJ is trying to imply.”
Max turns to his friend, “I know that, and I appreciate the support, but I don’t think it’s going to matter much. Not if the news reports are accurate.”
“There’s no way they can blame you for this!” an atypically angry Todd responds.
“This was my project. I developed the base concepts. I lead the research team. I supplied the DOD and the congressional appropriations committees with the research data. I gave my word and my testimony to the benefits of this new technology and the new technology didn’t just fail, it epically failed. It was my idea from the get go and that makes the failure of this project my responsibility. When the DOJ comes knocking on those doors, it’s me they’ll be hauling out of here in handcuffs.”
Sensing the almost resigned tone in Max’s voice, Todd worriedly asks, “Max, you’re not thinking about giving up are? You can’t give up. There has to be an explanation for all of this and I’m not giving up until we find it. We’ll find the answers.”
Max again turns his head away from his friend.
“Ok, fine…but I’m still not giving up. I’ll find the answers by myself if I have to.” As Todd stands to go, his belly grumbles. Though it’s barely past 9am, he and Max have been in the office for more than four hours already this morning. “I’m going to the cafeteria. When you get your head back on straight, you know where to find me.”