Petra then questioned, “How were all these events correlated? Is this another one of those Big Data exercises that takes mountains of data, shifts through them, and then carefully maps the correlation of peanut butter to jet engines?”
A sullen Quip studied Petra for a moment, then clarified, “Just for the record, we have never mapped peanut butter to jet engines using the Big Data techniques that ICABOD and I have assembled.
“What we saw was a Mr. Clay Dough, in Tennessee, correctly placing stock futures and making a killing. We found a Mr. Mauro Rosati, in Argentina, correctly placing oil and currency futures reliably for months. We even had ICABOD rescue me and EZ from the clutches of the U.S. airport security goons. These, along with the recent example of the cyber assassination of a political foe in Poland. All of these events could not have been surmised without some heavy computer muscle somewhere in the background.”
Otto sensed the annoyance in Quip’s voice and interjected, “Do you believe these are raw examples of computing power harnessed to predict the future? Quip, while that has some validity based on what you and ICABOD have correlated, it is only four examples.”
Quip, now returning to a more analytical state of mind, nodded then added, “I agree that only four examples doesn’t make the case. I find it more interesting to offer a hypothesis to see if other data examples can be obtained that would confirm or deny the statement being made.”
Wolfgang nodded in agreement and placated, “Please forgive us if we voice some skepticism based on the data set. However, I actually tend to agree with this hypothesis, Quip. Further, I want to investigate the money trail with these incidents too. There appears to be more going on here than meets the eye. Tracing the money trail could help us further correlate the events to people or organizations.”
Otto thought a moment and then tested, “Can all of our intelligence gathering be done in our regular coat remote, or do we need more feet on the street to meet?”
They all turned to look at Otto, who nervously eyed them all and apologized, “Sorry, it just came out that way.”
Quip smiled and remarked, “So while he is on his knees, can someone please pass the cheese?”
Otto, now a little embarrassed, attempted to restore order to the meeting and commented, “Alright, no more rhymes. Now I am warning.”
Jacob interjected, “So, is it like this every morning?”
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