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HOMER NARR2-AF/Ref@5520
Alef frowned at her projections. The
model was incomplete, she could see
that. There were unknown variables,
small movements of fashion, or minute
changes in the relative median age,
gender distribution, leisure activity or
social stresses, that she could not
factor in. How do you convince the world
it doesn't want to do something that it
doesn't even know about yet?
She made adjustments. The model shifted,
some color subtly altered in hue here,
some curves flattened there. Overall
there was no change, though.
She tried introducing a distraction, a
new sport, perhaps, with a range of
appeal across all ages and genders.
Again the colors changed slightly, a few
curves fattened again, but the result
was the same. Besides, she thought,
someone would have to invent the damned
sport, and it would be up to her and her
team to make it popular.
She ran projections on combinations of
things -- new foodstuffs and music, new
methods of advertising along with an
intensified mozart console, food and
mozart and a new sexual fad, a slight
decrease in the mean warren temperature,
new open spaces for wilderness fanatics,
stepped up Mind Wars. This last was
heresy, of course, since population
levels were still considered dangerously
low, but it was worth introducing it,
since she secretly considered the Mind
Wars as the most potent social
distraction in the past seventy-five
years.
But it made no difference. Something
more drastic was needed, some
manufactured threat that could forge a
new social cohesion. Unfortunately most
of the credible threats were gone. There
were no real national boundaries any
longer, so she couldn't pump up an enemy
state; atmospheric and oceanic pollution
was largely a thing of the past;
diseases, genetic diseases excepted,
were on the whole only the most minor of
threats; people didn't even believe in
them any more.
Perhaps she could create something close
to the truth? That often worked in the
past. What threat was close to the truth
but not the truth. After all, her
projections suggested that if the people
of the world knew about the Realm, there
would be a substantial percentage in
favor of exploration. In truth, she
thought ruefully, the Realm offered the
very thing she sought to forge social
cohesion. Unfortunately people would not
see the threat of it until it was too
late.
The Anomaly, though. It was big. It was
unspeakably powerful. It was
frightening. Was there any chance it was
moving toward the solar system?
She checked. A sphere roughly twenty
light years in diameter appeared in the
large holo stage. The Anomaly glowed in
red and electric blue. The solar system
brightened as the rest of near space
dimmed. She asked for future drift. The
Anomaly moved slowly in relation to the
solar system. Was it toward us? What was
the margin of error? Could this be a
threat?
Chances were 14%, plus or minus 2.4%, of
an expansion and consequent shift in the
Anomaly's course. In the long run there
was a slight threat to Earth, provided
certain conditions were met. Not
promising, Alef thought, but there might
be some potential there.
She went to work with renewed interest.