The thing to remember is that we abnotechs aren’t stupid, incompetent or careless—if anything we tend toward the opposite because we learn early on that almost everything in our environment can turn on us. Believe me, being cornered in your crib and reviled by a walking, talking teddy bear run amok can scar you for life. But because of the problems we have with things we often get unfairly lumped in with the blase, boneheaded and braindead.
Anyway, as more and more companies become concerned with product safety, product testing became an integral part of their operations.
Dr. Jameson was one smart cookie. Not long after she documented the existence of abnotechnia she realized just how useful those of us at the high end of the scale could be in product testing. After all, if there was any way for a device to go wacky or do something that would give the manufacturer’s legal department ulcers it was almost certain to happen when an abnotech got their hands on it.
That’s how JTL—the Jameson Testing Labs—was born, and a lot of us who tested at 7 or above ended up as safety testers.
I suppose this was a good thing—though nights when I’m lying awake and grinding my teeth I do wonder. Once Jameson Testing was widely accepted, it closed quite a few career tracks to us 7 and overs. No longer were we allowed to hold technology-dependent jobs where our effect on the equipment could spell disaster. That meant we weren’t allowed to operate any sort of public transport or work traffic control for such transport, or become power plant personnel, or lay hands on heavy-duty networked computer equipment, or have much of anything to do with manufacturing, or—
Well, you get my drift. We couldn’t even holler discrimination because no abnotech with half a brain wanted another abnotech flying the plane they were riding in, or running their life-support equipment during surgery, or operating the chemical plant upwind of them.
Jameson posited and others proved that the more complex a device became the more likely an abnotech was to have an effect on it. A hand-operated can opener can malf in only so many ways. An electric one can malf in more. Put a high-speed netted computer in the hands of a 10. If it continues to function well enough to cause trouble it can cause
By about 2017 Jameson Testing had become a standard procedure, making JTL into one of the twenty largest businesses on the planet. It was at about that same time the first NT based devices were submitted for testing.
This proved to be a whole other kettle of piranha. Obviously in the hands of an abnotech a poorly designed entie-based anything could easily do something or become something its designers never envisioned even in their worst anchovy pizza nightmares.
JTL knew entietech was the future, and had no immediate plans to be left in the past. The problem was that their Risk Assessors ran their software, and the idea of mixing us and enties had come up with more red flags than an old Commie May Day Parade. If a contracted abnotech’s influence turned an entie strain dangerously weird and it got loose, all sorts of catastrophic and highly actionable things might happen.
Jameson herself went to the UN, which was thinking along these same lines itself. That’s how UN-NTSTOA—the UN Nano Tech Safety Testing Oversight Agency became another bowl of alphabet soup on its table, and how it built and JTL staffed our deeply buried, completely sequestered enclave down under Crater Billy.
Ten years later the worse-case scenarios haven’t come true.
Children are Jameson-tested at age two, although 8s and up have been known to proclaim themselves in utero by their effect on fetal monitoring equipment; the sonogram machine suddenly showing “Gilligan’s Island” reruns, for instance. Most of us who tested at 7 or above started working as part-time safety testers while children; a young abnotech can generate malfs no adult could ever hope to duplicate. Those of us who’ve turned pro have spent our entire lives as professional guinea pigs.
As Chief Safety Officer it was my job to worry about this new item we were going to test.
It hadn’t even been at Crater Billy for two whole hours and already I was working overtime.
“Well. What do you think?”
I scowled at Gloria a moment, then went back to glowering at the Mer-cedes-Motorola MicroWerks Model 1-INT airlock. “I hate it.”
“You already said that. Why?”