The Unexpected
Copyright© 2025 by Technocracy
Chapter 15
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 15 - "If you do not expect the unexpected, you will not find it; for it is hard to be sought out, and difficult." -- Heraclitus of Ephesus
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction
[Writer’s note - Once again, I remind readers that while some of the names are real, and while some actually held positions, in the same temporal space, similar to what is described in this silly story, none of this happened. This, in some less literate circles, could be considered a work of semi-historical bullshit. Abject bullshit. Nonsensical bullshit. Frivolous bullshit. Total bullshit bullshit. But this is dogshit because this chapter, as the previous chapter was, was condensed then precipitated from the evaporation of the three original chapters.]
SIG, Needham, Ma - 21 June 2005
Harry, Robert, and Benny were the sole occupants of the conference room.
Benny stood in front to the east-side white board, methodically sorting through the many dry-erase markers that filled the board tray. Not finding a single usable marker, Benny waived his hands the Goddess of Dry-Erase Markers. To no one in particular, Benny voiced mild exasperation.
“Two administrative assistants and we cannot keep markers in stock? Where is whatshername?”
Benny stomped to the double doors.
“Whatyourname, we need markers. Now! ... Back to the subject at hand. One more time, Harry. Why?”
“Guess it was ‘bout a year ago. Remember the meeting with those Google jerks we had at the Goldman Sachs office? Then Robert met with Nicole Wong and we met with Marissa Mayer.”
“I remember. You were rather paranoid about all of that. So why are we re-visiting this?”
“Tell ‘em, Robert.”
“As we had discussed previously, they are, de facto, an element of the government. We allow Google to buy out our rights from Goldmans. As part of Google, we have a virtual immunity from the government. If not, we risk the eventual crush of the various regulatory bodies.”
“You said that that Wong lawyer wants us to become a stealth maker. One, we are not close to being a Goldman Sachs, or a Janes, or any market-maker. And two, how does this Nicole Wong expect us to perform at that trade volume with less than ten people?”
“Uh, Benny ... latest head count is seventeen full and two part-times. Anyway, Google does not expect us to run at a maker volume. They are quietly standing up an internal investment group, one hundred per cent private. They want us to run this group.”
“Google is now publicly traded. That is not private. And how could we be private? Do they know that we still have outstanding shares out there for both REITs?”
“They do, and they would offer the existing holders at two times share face, plus a quarter point net.”
“Which means they become part owners of both funds.”
“They’re not interested. I was promised an immediate transfer. The REITs would remain under the sole control of our original articles of incorporation, and we run it on their infrastructure.”
“At least technically, I am not certain it can be done. Would make a mess of the sync.”
“They understand that. They would build their stacks here.”
Harry snorted a short laugh at the lawyer.
“Robert, I ain’t no IT expert, but we don’t got the physical space for their stuff. Last time I looked in there, we had half a row available. In linear terms, that’s three, maybe four nineteen-inch racks. Benny, what ‘bout the cooling load?”
“We have the HVAC capacity for another 10k, but I agree with you Harry, we don’t have the space for their machines or their people ... and to extend the power issue, our back-up generator may not the additional capacity. But we are getting the logical order of things reversed. We have not seen what they are offering and the conditions of acceptability and related performance clauses. What is our legal risk when investing other people’s money? Would we be subject to external influences? I want Doris, Henry, and Brian in on this, this is too large of a change. I want more eyes. Tell, whatshername, to block everybody’s schedule for tomorrow.”
“Where ya going, Benny?”
“My office. I need call to Andy. And tell whatshername to send Henry to my office.”
Cindy Havershime stepped out of the corner of the conference room to face Benny.
“My name is Cindy.”
“Excellent; you have a name. Ask Henry to come to my office.”
Robert shook his had at Benny’s (lack of) ‘soft’ skills.
Henry had never seen the door to Benny’s office closed and curtains drawn over the large window. He carefully knocked on the door.
“What’s up?”
“Close the door, please, and sit down ... uh, I have Andrea on speaker phone. Henry, I do not want to do this, but we may have no choice. Google wants to buy us out. Andy, tell Henry what you told me.”
“Hello, Henry. First, please know that I am a normal person. I have not had the experiences that you have, and I don’t have the skills and education of Benny and Harry. But I probably see life like most people. And what I see is that Google is becoming ‘The Answer’; the answer to everything. But Google also sees our questions. It knows what everyone is asking. I will guess that all of those spy-type people have known this for a while. Henry, from what you see as a professional soldier and an ordinary citizen, tell Benny what you see.”
Benny nodded to Henry.
“Astute observations, Andrea. You are correct. From the viewpoints of pure tactics per national security, I have not seen anyone else that has been able to do what Google has done in just a few years, and I do not think that Microsoft or Yahoo or AOL has the governmental or industrial support or connections or robust systems to do what Google has done. I see Google becoming integral to national security policy over the next five or ten years. As a professional soldier, I would not want to have Google working for the other side. Nor would I want to be on the inside with Google.”
Benny looked at the Boston University graduation picture of Lizzy on his desk, being hugged by himself and Andrea. The image, taken by Doris, perfectly captured the pride and joy of the moment. Benny’s central thought was how joining their company with the Google juggernaut would affect the two most important people in his life. He could not imagine any way to measure or mathematically model these affects.
“Henry, what can you tell me about Google’s internals, per their relationships with the federal government?”
“Mostly second-hand through former colleagues that are still in active service. They have people working on hundreds of projects, many are defense-related. There seems to be much cross-fertilization among projects; data is freely exchanged. I do not know how they are able to do this without security violations. I will assume that this is mitigated, in part, because there are a significant number of the intel community within Google, and that Google has desks in IC and defense facilities.”
“Do you want to work for Google?”
“Sorry, Benny. I do not.”
Andrea’s voice burst over the phone speaker.
“Benny, you go nowhere, and you take the company nowhere without that man!”
“I agree, Andy. But company personnel issues are for the future, if we, in fact, allow this buy-out...”
“Benny, I assure yourself and Andrea that I will remain with SIG, at least until the transaction is complete and they have established their presence. Or will you move to their New York or California sites?”
“No one is going anywhere, Henry ... including yourself. We are having a meeting tomorrow. Whatshername is supposed to be putting it on the schedule.”
Andrea was aghast at Benny.
“You still don’t know everyone’s name? That is just mean and inconsiderate. Learn their names, Benny.”
“Yes, ma’am ... but I seldom see them, and would not want to; they are not as good to look at as you.”
Henry smirked at the boss trying to get back into the good graces of his woman. But could not resist a chance to poke at the brilliant Dr Harrison.
“Benny, we all wear ID badges. With the employee’s name in bold font. Well, everyone except you and Harry. Just where is your ID badge?”
“Uh ... I do not know.”
“That’s because I have it. You set it down on Doris’s desk after she issued it to you.”
Andrea, in her ‘special’ way, supported Henry.
“You are a very bad boy, Benny. Very bad.”
“Yes, I am very bad, Andy. And I will show you how bad I can be tonight...”
“That’s it, I don’t have to listen to you two play games. I’m out of here. Let me know when you’re ready to go home, Benny.”
Henry made an embarrassed exit from Benny’s office.
SIG, Needham, Ma - 29 June 2005
Dr Salman Ullah was very interested in the two SIG founders. Having a Stanford PhD in theoretical physics, and being Google’s VP-level officer that ran their acquisitions and investments division, Ullah had an experienced eye for the unique entrepreneurial combination of business acumen and technical prowess that he recognized in SIG. Although Salman Ullah was not interested in SIG as a whole; he was interested in Harold Spoons and Benson Harrison.
When you combine physics nerds, business discussions tend to get subverted.
“ ... and I remember that. Read some of your post-doc work you did at Chicago University. I did not understand the basis of your particle-return coefficients.”
Dr Ullah licked his finger and placed it in the air as if doing an ad-hoc wind measurement.
“It was a SWAG. My gut feeling was that the meson size would be about half of a proton or a neutron. So I started with that assumption. It worked out when we made the first accelerator runs. And it extrapolated out for the higher-energy quark measurements.”
Harry and Henry set back in their chairs in a relaxed repose. The two lawyers seemed to be fidgeting in unison, while Doris diligently acted as meeting secretary, furiously scribbling notes that had no meaning to her, and most other meeting attendees that lined the conference room walls and table. To be fair, Harry and Henry had resigned themselves to listening to physics nerdom once the introductions had been made.
Harry had recognized Google’s legal rep, David Lawee, as the founder of Xfire, and whom had also previously been a manager at Microsoft. Harry wondered how much other tech-related talent Google had been able to vacuum up. David Lawee was the first to interrupt the physics discussion. Doris wanted to jump up and shake the man’s hand.
Henry’s corresponding Google senior security person continued to sweep the room and the people. Jerri Handley did not like the setup. She had been quick to find the sensor arrays as they entered the building, and noted other sensors as she walked to the conference room. Her discomfort elevated to a sharp unease when she discovered the two cameras, ‘hiding’ in the open. Her quick glance back towards Henry van Doreen revealed that she was being watched. Henry gave Jerri Handley a knowing nod. She knew that he knew that she knew. Such were the games played by corporate security professionals.
“Doctor Harrison, we really need to continue our discussion on economic models with Doctor Spoons.”
“Mister Lawee, I’m Harry. And that geek over there, we call him Benny; and other things when he’s not around. So let’s continue with the options model. Okay?”
“Thank you, Harry. You were saying that you scrape the SEC. But your papers also reference input to your bend controller from the BLS web site. Do you believe that...”
The system-level economics discussion continued for another two hours, until the admin assistants rolled in two large carts of a catered lunch.
Salman Ullah and Benson Harrison remained seated near the north end of the conference table as the others moved towards multitude of food trays set on the opposite end of the table. The two resumed their nerd talks about test instrumentation for Salman’s physics labs and Benny’s electronics labs.
“Cindy, please make two plates of beef roast and other things and set them in front of Benny and Doctor Ullah.”
“Yes, ma’am. How can Ms Paucho love that man? She seems such a sweet lady.”
“Do not go there, Cindy. We already dismissed two employees for such intrusive behavior.”
“Yes, ma’am. I understand.”
Cindy placed iced tea and food plates and settings in front of Benny and his new-found physics buddy. Benny ignored the young woman, but Salman Ullah thanked her.
Salman Ullah rolled his chair to the small white board on the north wall, streaming equations across the lower half of the board. He put down the black dry-erase marker and reached for a red marker.
“ ... but let’s set this aside. Watch how I cancel terms, which, of course, infers that...”
As Salman Ullah attempted to line through elements of his equations, he stopped when he realized that the marker was dry. Benny looked up and down the tray, seeing no other markers.
“Damn it! Where is whatshername? We need some more markers in here.”
Cindy scrambled out the doors to retrieve more markers.
Benny and Salman returned to the table to stuff their face while talking, waiting for more markers. Cindy returned with three boxes of markers, in three colors, presenting them to Benny. Benny grabbed the boxes, dumped some markers on the table, handing three to Salman. He shoved the boxes back to Cindy with terse instructions.
“Put the rest in the white-board trays.”
“My name is Cindy.”
Benny was annoyed that the admin assistant delayed his nerdly discussion with Salman, not bothering to look at her, but with a terse reply.
“How informative.”
Benny returned his attentions to Salman’s scribblings on the white board. Cindy stomped out of the conference, unbelieving and unnerved by Benny’s dismissive attitude.
Cindy knew she was (physically) attractive. She was accustomed to the deference of males. She recently graduated with a Business Admin degree from Vassar, and believed she deserved a better position and respect for her ‘accomplishments’. Not atypical per the mental workings of an average intellect, that has been educated past their maximum potential.
Doris noted Cindy’s deflation as she exited the conference room, seeking solace in her shared office space.
“I’ve never seen such a rude and imperious man. I know he is supposed to be a leader in his field and very smart, but there is no excuse for...”
“Who are you talking about?”
Cindy considered it well beneath her ‘stature’ to explain the obvious to the IT newbie. But she deigned to the budding nerd.
“Doctor Harrison, of course.”
“Yeah, he’s a pretty busy guy. He doesn’t have time for any extraneous stuff. He was rude? Did he insult you or something?”
Cindy regarded the young man, thinking that he could be quite presentable if he dressed better, and would seek a stylist’s help about his unruly hair. She did a quick glance of his body, liking his muscled legs and toned, thick arms, both visible from his summer uniform of short pants and Metallica t-shirt. She briefly wondered why SIG had no dress code.
“Not a direct insult, it’s just his manner. And he calls me ‘whatshername’.”
“Yeah? Maybe you’re my long lost sister. He refers to me as ‘whatshisname’. Welcome to the club, sister.”
Cindy allowed a smile, thinking that she now had a co-conspirator.
“Do you know who those Google people are?”
“Nope. And we’re not supposed to talk about it.”
“Doesn’t matter within these walls, Gary.”
“Maybe not, but be careful. You wouldn’t want to tangle with Mister van Doreen on anything security related.”
“So aside from all of their techy talk, why do you think they are here? I thought this was some small back-water investment company.”
The IT nerd openly laughed at Cindy. He was uncertain if she was a good or bad person, but he had deemed her a bit slow and stuck-up. He knew the type well.
“You do know that this company is an independent subsidiary of Goldman Sachs?”
“That’s true? I heard Doris say something about accountants from Goldmans, but aren’t we just using them to do the company’s trades?”
“Nope. Doctor Spoons wrote some really important academic research stuff on high-speed trading. Goldman Sachs and some other really big firms were after SIG. I guess GS gave them the best offer. I sorta get the impression that this company is the tail that’s wagging the dog.”
Cindy’s eyes widened at the thought that SIG could be her path into a major player in the financial market.
“So SIG runs the equity trading programs for GS?”
Gary’s eyes narrowed, thinking that these may not be innocent questions. He had no reservations about lying to a potential gold digger.
“Uh, I really don’t know about that stuff. I just keep the servers running.”
The office phone range, ending the conversation.
“They want me for something.”
Gary Ferguson left the small office space, adding her name to his list of people to avoid. He briefly wondered if he could get a desk elsewhere.
Benny’s impatience was increasing, being further angered that the network infrastructure had been changed.
“Where the heck is whatshisname?”
“Right here, Doctor Harrison. What’s up?”
“I am unable to access my lab files. What was changed?”
“Uh, dunno, sir. Let me look...”
After a flurry of keystrokes, the IT intern found the problem.
“The new switch we just installed is blocking, so can’t resolve the local IP forwarding ... dunno, sir. Might be fighting the local DNS...”
“Go to the E-lab and get the laptop sitting at far bench.”
“Don’t have access to the labs, sir.”
“Damn, go to my office and get my machine.”
“You got it, sir.”
It was the first time that Gary had ever been into one of the ‘big guys’ office. He was impressed. Stacks of books, piles of folders, and two white boards covered with schematics, flow charts, and mathematical equations. Disconnecting the ethernet and power from the laptop, Gary noted the picture on the desk. He recognized the three people. Seeing Benny and Andrea did not surprise him, everyone knew that the classy lady was Doctor Harrison’s woman. When he saw Lizzy in her graduation robe, it all clicked. So the smart girl that pounded out tons of code and sat at the receptionist station was their daughter? His assumed ages of the three smiling people in the image made no sense to Gary. He shook off his momentary confusion and hurried back down the stairs.
“Just a sec, sir...”
Gary unrolled the ethernet cable, plugged it into the hub that was connected to the projector, inserted the DC power, then stood back as Benny opened a file. When Gary looked up, the projector screen was filled with an intimidating diagram. After 5 seconds of a slack-jawed stare, Gary realized that SIG was not just the tail that wagged the dog, but it was the also the dog.
Gary turned to exit the conference room, but was stopped by Benny.
“You, whatsyourname, stay here. I will need you to get me into that new switch. We’ll re-configure from here. And where the heck is Nancy?”
Gary shrugged at Benny, not knowing the location of the SIG Information Systems manager.
“Dunno, sir. Brian came in this morning with a long list of stuff. She might be in the sim lab, or on the roof with the antenna array.”
“Go sit there and wait ... Where were we? ... The system interconnect delays...”
For the next 80 minutes, Gary Ferguson was tutored on what it meant to be a multi-dimensional talent. The broad band of electronics, physics, mathematics, and informatics that Dr Harrison’s presentation covered was both inspiring and depressing to Gary. He now knew why SIG was being courted by Google and had been sought by Goldman Sachs. And he also realized that he was an intellectual infant, at least compared to Benson Harrison and Harold Spoons. He further wondered why these people had even hired him.
“Where is whatshisname?”
Gary stood, making his presence known.
“Come here. Know the address for that switch?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good ... Salman, mind if I take a few minutes to fix our network?”
“Please do so, Benson.”
“Doris, would you get what..., uh ... the admins back in here to serve up something to drink?”
Doris blinked when she realized that Benny had managed to not call the administrative assistants as ‘whatshername’. She assumed that was the best that could be expected from Benny.
“What the heck is this stuff?”
“Nancy requires this config, sir.”
“Quit calling me ‘sir’. Why do I have only user-exec?”
“Config for privileged-exec is limited to Nancy and Mister van Doreen.”
“We need to delete the flash and start over at factory default. Why does Henry have ... never mind. We’ll get this fixed later ... There they are. What would you people like to drink?”
“And whatsyourname, go find Nancy. Tell her to see Harry or myself after this meeting.”
“Yes Doctor Harrison.”
“Salman, would you like a Sam Adams?”
“The local brewery?”
“Correct.”
Benny went to the small refrigerator, extracted three Samuel Adams beers, then distributed them to Salman Ullah and Harry Spoons. Benny popped his open, flinging the cap across the room, scoring a goal in the waste basket.
“That was a swish.”
Harry, as usual, took this as a challenge. With a practiced flick of his wrist, Harry flung the bottle cap, from a further distance, scoring a rim shot.
“Not a swish, but three points.”
Salman Ullah stood, twisting the cap off, then immediately flinging an arcing shot, into the same wastebasket.
Harry and Benny shouted their approval as the other meeting attendees looked upon the unfathomable antics of the, ostensibly, three most intelligent and educated people in the room. Benny and Harry, ignoring ‘The Look’ from Doris, swilled their beer and collected their notes as an exercise in avoidance.
“What’s next on the schedule, Doris?”
Doris, with a touch of scorn, replied to her husband.
“You are. Where is your computer, Harold?”
Benny smiled at the fully-named appellation Harry had received from Doris, knowing his friend was in deep doggy doo-doo with his wife.
“Gave it to Gary to fix. Can I use yours, Benny?”
“Uncertain. Nancy is apparently being a security freak. See if you can log into your files.”
Benny pushed his laptop towards Harry.
“Nope. No-can-do.”
“Whatsyourname, get whatshisname back in here. Es muy pronto!”
The admin assistant was beyond exasperation.
“My name is ... I am Cindy.”
“Okay, ‘IamCindy’, please go get whatshisname. Now!”
The young woman’s mind was swimming with rage and humiliation as she exited the conference room per her assigned task.
Harry’s presentation was short, most likely driven by the presence of his mostly full bottle of beer, waiting on the conference table. But the follow-up questions were numerous.
Henry provided the final presentation for the day. The only follow-up questions were from the Google legal counsel and their senior security person.
SIG, Needham, Ma - 6:50 PM, 30 June 2005
“May I kill him, Andrea?”
“No, dear. I still need him. But if he’s been bad, you may hurt him.”
Doris wound up, whacking Benny on his shoulder, much to the amusement of Henry and Harry and Brian.
“That’s for making me the HR manager of this zoo...”
She wound op a second time, repeating a strike to his shoulder.
“ ... and that’s for being short with the troops.”
“You hit like a girl. Henry, perhaps Michelle could train Doris on the bag and...”
Andrea quieted Benny, as none other could.
“Shut up, Benny. What did he do, Dory?”
“Benny is mean to anyone that can’t read his mind, or isn’t smart or quick as him. And it was a poor, a very poor way, to look for our guests from Google. Did you know that their personnel management team commented on that?”
Benny rebuffed Doris, chaffing at what he though inconsequential, and voicing what he thought to be of consequence.
“Too many new people. Why the heck did we hire so many people? I just found out that we have 19 employees. And not one of the new people is an engineer or economic analyst. The last business statement said that we design automated trading systems and do financial analysis. So why do we hire a bunch of freaking paper pushers and network plumbers?”
Doris reverted to her pedantic Socrates mode.
“Benny do you know Google’s employee count?”
“Several thousand?”
“Over four thousand. Probably more close to five thousand. How many do you think are engineers?”
“I would guess about half?”
“For any given division, no more than one-third are engineers.”
“How do you know this?”
“When we separated into groups to have the follow-up specialty meetings, we talked about corporate structures.”
“So? You have proven my point. Our engineer to non-engineer ratio is much worse than Google’s. And the Google per capita net is probably much greater than ours.”
“The Google HR people explained that it is much different for a technology company that is in rapid growth. It’s never just about the number of employees. A company’s personnel requirements will grow quadratically, proportional to the amount of stuff they are trying to do, which is never linear. If it takes a staff of twenty to do two ‘work units’, it’s going to take many more than forty to deal with four units, more like eighty. Or, let’s say we need to do ten ‘work units’, we’ll be looking at a staff of five hundred.”
Harry cringed at his wife explaining high school math to Benny. But Benny could never be insulted by such.
“That growth curve is insane. What the heck would we need that many people for?”
“To manage the growing internal complexity, and yes, the bureaucracy that forms whenever you need to get people to work together. For every X people you hire, you’ll need a manager to manage them, and for every X of those managers, you’ll need a second level manager, and so on.”
“This will not happen. We will keep our company structure flat.”
“Really, Benson? Think about how we had to bring in that team from Goldmans to deal with legal and regulatory compliance. Then we had to ask GS for team supervisors. Even with small, incremental, increases in head count, you need to deal with HR and payroll for new people, you need to deal with power-of-two-scaling, training, and internal documentation. And all of those people you hire to do these things need their own managers and on and on and on.”
“Again, this will not happen. If Google insists on a huge, hierarchical company structure, we will stay under Goldmans.”
“And if Goldman Sachs does not offer us that choice?”
“Dissolve the subsidiary, and re-form another LLC.”
Benny’s last comment left the gathered speechless, at least until Doris wound up for another shoulder slap, well-delivered unto Benny.
“And what was that for?”
“For being entirely too unreasonable and insufferably logical at the same time.”
Lizzy entered the conference room just before Doris had completed the wind-up for an ineffective whacking. She offered a solution similar to Benny’s.
“You hit like a girl, Doris. You wanna work out with Michelle and me?”
Doris shrugged, as she knew that Lizzy would always be in Benny’s camp.
“Lizzy, dear, you hang around Benny too much ... or perhaps not enough...”
“Hi, mom. What did I miss? Did Benny piss off Doris again? ... Ooh, like your blouse, mom. Betcha Benny likes the view.”
Andrea frowned at her daughter’s increasingly coarse language and references.
“Benny was just being Benny, sweetie.”
“Yeah? I bet he called those two bimbos ‘whatshername’, again. I just call them ‘stupid’ or ‘idiot’. Anyway, whenever you old folks are able to amble out front, Nancy has the routers and switches all set up, we’re ready to go. Everyone needs to belly up to the bar and enter your specifics into the security daemon.”
“Only us?”
“Just us chickens.”
“I don’t know, Andrea. I will say she hangs around Harry too much.”
Doris and Andrea exchanged nods of agreement as the group filed out to configure their accounts to be coincident with the updated security system. Before Andrea could exit the conference room, Benny pulled aside Andrea.
“Our girl is correct, Andy. I do like your shirt. The shirt would be more effective without a brassiere.”
Benny leered at Andrea’s chest. Andrea replied with a quick kiss and a relaxed smile, then froze when she realized that Benny had referred to Lizzy as ‘ours’. She pulled Benny back into the conference room for a short series of wet kisses. Benny wondered of the sudden and unexpected motivations for the passionate exchange of saliva.
125 High Street, Boston, Ma - 9:30 AM, 05 September 2005