Neil finally had the Answer. After weeks of running through simulations and trying out algorithms, the numbers were adding up. If he played this right, he could be a billionaire in weeks.
Neil decided it was time to let someone else into the secret. He geevoed Hideki. Hideki answered from his San Francisco loft, dressed in rust-streaked and paint-splotched overalls as usual. â€œI found the algo, Dekky!â€, he announced. â€œYou sure itâ€™s flawless this time? Donâ€™t want you losing your shirt againâ€, Hideki said. â€œNo Dekky, this time itâ€™s accurate within a 3% confidence level, which is pretty damn good. I even increased the sample size this time around, and 987 of the thousand stock picks responded as expected over a period of 10 days. The sigmas were on the dot!â€, he replied breathlessly.
â€œStop it, I donâ€™t want you to geek out anymore on me. I sure will be the first person surprised if the collective wisdom of the internet brought home anything more than a pointless meme and porn that manages to break rule 34 every day. â€
â€œThis is more than that, Dekky. Iâ€™ve found out a way to weed out the false positives from twitter and facebook feeds from actual news now! Itâ€™s looking golden, bro! Why is your cam all shaky?â€
â€œThereâ€™s that rumble againâ€¦ third tremor this week â€“ gotta go check on the cats. Well, let me know when your first million rolls in, and fly me to New York to open a cold oneâ€, Hideki said and signed off.
Neil was finally ready to hit paydirt.