I Can See The Success Rate Novels & Stories

"Prove your stability across probability streams." Reality flickered, and we experienced ourselves across thousands of potential futures. In one, the aspects merged successfully after centuries of separation. In another, corruption claimed us within decades. Timeline after timeline showed different outcomes—some triumphant, most tragic. "Seventy-three percent failure rate across iterations," the geometric being calculated. "Unacceptable odds for reality survival." "But twenty-seven percent success," Marcus countered from his guardian position. "That's higher than most change-embracing realities achieve." "You know of others?" the emotional entity focused on him.

"I'm not." Jaron glared. Daniel's grin widened. Somehow, despite everything happening, the Beta still found time to be annoying. Typical. The voice interrupted again. "Connection required." Everyone froze. Jaron's attention snapped back to the core. "For what?" "Survival probability increase." "How much?" A pause. Then: "Seventy-two percent." The number hit hard. Very hard. Daniel spoke first. "Seventy-two?" "Correct." The riders exchanged uneasy looks.

Dex whispered as his eyes took in the files flitting across the screen. "Yeah. Last night I was up checking the program's success since this was her maiden viyage." She said as her fingers flew across the board. "How did it fo?" Kane asked curiously, leaning forward. "Not bad. Actually, it bow has a ninety-six point eight percent success rate." She said, smiling proudly. " originally it was about eighty percent." "Wait!" Fex shouted. "Did you code this?" "Yeah. I took some coding classes and got into hacking in the process." She said not bothering to look at them.

said Rendi trying to convince Mira. Mira's brow furrowed and tried to look at the proposal again! Clearly the success rate was above 90%. "How?" asked Mira to make sure again. "The accuracy rate is only 85% so I need your company to achieve 100% accuracy!" "But do you think that if that happens it will reduce the amount of profit you receive?" said MIra again emphasizing. Is this client crazy or doesn't need any more money?! she asked herself. "Rather than the possibility of failure? I'd rather accept a sure thing."

"One." I frowned. "One what?" Nathan swallowed. "One out of every hundred." There was a complete silence. The room, sounds and everything disappeared except those words. One out of every hundred success rate? I blinked once as my brain refused to process it. That particular statement refused to leave my head. That means ninety-nine wolves, ninety-nine failures and deaths. I repeated the number inside my head so many times it stopped sounding real. Strangely enough, I didn't panic, cry or scream. I just sat there quiet, still and calm.

If they wanted to clear this death game together, they needed him. “I agree. What kind of information do you want to buy? I’ll treat this as an investment for the guild.” Zen couldn’t believe his ears. “Really? I know it was impudent of me to make such a brazen request when we just met. Would you not regret this?” Akiko pinned him with one eye and asked, “What’s the success rate of buying all the information you need and the success rate of not buying them for you?” There was no need to think. “Only 10% if you don’t. However, I could bring that success rate up to 98% if you do.”

~Evangeline~ A few minutes later, staff members started handing out new folders to everyone in the room. I watched people open them. Saw their eyes go wide as they read the real data. "These numbers..." one doctor breathed. "This is mind blowing! I have never seen anything this incredible before." "The success rate is 92%," another said, flipping through pages. "That's even better than what was advertised." "Look at the recovery timeline, patients are responding in half the time of traditional treatments."

"The probability of him being successful is below 10 percent, but the fact that Shantal is clueless could be a strong variable. So I calculate that will raise the success rate to 30 percent." "Another variable is Alex's unpredictable actions, so I think it will bring it down to 15 percent." Harold contradicted but Shantal argued. "No, that variable is so strong that it will stay controlled up to 25 percent." But Harold shook his head in disapproval when he heard Sam's estimation. "I am telling you, there is only 15 percent." He insisted but Sam would also not back down and she also insisted that her calculation was far more accurate than the other party.

He asked himself. He changed things up again in the app and still got a Krista at 94%. He did it again and got her at 93%. He was getting frustrated by it all, as he still couldn't believe he was still being matched with his first cousin, no matter how much he tried. He was at least happy the rating was going down, but it was still a high rating nonetheless. He tried to make one final adjustment, hoping it might work, only to find the match rating with Krista went back to 96%.

He trailed off. Elena listened, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She had heard all this before, in another life, but too late. This time, she had a fighting chance. "What are the success rates?" she asked, even though she knew the answer. "With early intervention like this? Very good. I would say we're looking at an eighty-five percent full recovery rate, possibly higher." Dr. Turner smiled reassuringly. "You're young and otherwise healthy. That works in your favor."