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Freddy hissed and bubbled like a teakettle beside her, fuming. Utter bullshit. Irrational exuberance gone berserk. Kettlewell pulled out some charts and another surfer in a suit came forward to talk money, walking them through the financials. She was a hundred miles away when the ballroom doors burst open and the unionized laborers of the former Kodak and the former Duracell poured in on them, tossing literature into the air so that it snowed angry leaflets.
They had a big drum and a bugle, and they shook tambourines. The hotel rent-a-cops occasionally darted forward and grabbed a protestor by the arm, but her colleagues would immediately swarm them and pry her loose and drag her back into the body of the demonstration.
Freddy grinned and shouted something at Kettlewell, but it was lost in the din. The journalists took a lot of pictures. She twisted the laser-pointer to life and pointed it back at the wall. She repeated the question several times, refreshing the text so that it scrolled like a stock ticker across that upholstered wall, an illuminated focus that gradually drew all the attention in the room.
Suzanne felt her cheeks warm. Kettlewell was looking at her with something like a smile. She liked him, but that was a personal thing and this was a truth thing.
She was a little embarrassed that she had let him finish his spiel without calling him on that obvious question. She felt tricked, somehow.
Well, she was making up for it now. On the stage, the surfer-boys in suits were confabbing, holding their thumbs over their tie-mics. Freddy leaned over her shoulder, blowing shit-breath in her ear. She twisted the pointer off. Freddy had the decency to look slightly embarrassed and he slunk away to the very end of the row of seats, scooting from chair to chair on his narrow butt. He kept on talking, and the words scrolled over the far wall. She whipped out her little snapshot and monkeyed with it until it was in video mode and then started shooting the ticker.
She shook him off authoritatively, with a whip-crack of her elbow. Freddy stood there for a minute and then moved off. She waited to see if Kettlewell would say anything more, but he twisted the pointer off, shrugged, and waved at the hooting protestors and the analysts and the journalists and walked off-stage with the rest of the surfers in suits.
She got some comments from a few of the protestors, some details. Worked for Kodak or Duracell all their lives. Gave everything to the company. Took voluntary pay-cuts under the old management five times in ten years to keep the business afloat, now facing layoffs as a big fat thank-you-suckers.
So many kids. Such and such a mortgage. Silicon Valley was supposed to be different. Mother of three. Now she was back in that old rustbelt funk, with the feeling that she was witness not to a beginning, but to a perpetual ending, a cycle of destruction that would tear down everything solid and reliable in the world. She packed up her laptop and stepped out into the parking lot. Across the freeway, she could make out the bones of the Great America fun-park roller-coasters whipping around and around in the warm California sun.
These little tech-hamlets down the were deceptively utopian. Down here it was giant malls, purpose-built dot-com buildings, and the occasional fun-park. Palo Alto was a university-town theme-park, provided you steered clear of the wrong side of the tracks, the East Palo Alto slums that were practically shanties.
Christ, she was getting melancholy. Not when she was in this kind of mood. She would go home and put her blazer back in the closet and change into yoga togs and write her column and have some good coffee. She nailed up the copy in an hour and emailed it to her editor and poured herself a glass of Napa red the local vintages in Michigan likewise left something to be desired and settled onto her porch, overlooking the big reservoir off near San Mateo.
The house had been worth a small fortune at the start of the dot-boom, but now, in the resurgent property boom, it was worth a large fortune and then some. She could conceivably sell this badly built little shack with its leaky hot-tub for enough money to retire on, if she wanted to live out the rest of her days in Sri Lanka or Nebraska.
And Landon Kettlewell knows your name. She finished the wine and opened her computer. It was dark enough now with the sun set behind the hills that she could read the screen. The Web was full of interesting things, her email full of challenging notes from her readers, and her editor had already signed off on her column. Thanks for keeping me honest today, Suzanne.
You do good work, madam. Will you do something with us, if we can make it work? Say you will. She stared at her screen. A half-million dollar book-deal. If Kettlewell was right, then the exclusive book on the inside of the first year at Kodacell could easily make that advance.
And the props would be mad, as the kids said. It was such a stupid frat-boy nickname, but it made her smile. He was serious about changing the world and frivolous about everything else.
She spread on some expensive duty-free French wrinkle-cream and brushed her teeth and put on her nightie and double-checked the door locks and did all the normal things she did of an evening. Then she folded back her sheets, plumped her pillows and stared at them. She turned on her heel and stalked back to her computer and thumped the spacebar until the thing woke from sleep. Kettlebelly: that is one dumb nickname. There had come a day when her readers acquired email and the paper ran her address with her byline, and her readers had begun to write her and write her and write her.
Some were amazing, informative, thoughtful notes. Some were the vilest, most bilious trolling. In order to deal with these notes, she had taught herself to pause, breathe, and re-read any email message before clicking send. The reflex kicked in now and she re-read her note to Kettlebelly—Kettlewell! Then she hit send. She needed to pee, and apparently had done for some time, without realizing it.
She was on the toilet when she heard the ping of new incoming mail. So she took a moment in the sweltering parking-lot of her coffin hotel to call her interview subject again and get better coordinates. The open GPSes all have these better maps made by geohackers, but the rental car companies have got a real hard-on for official map-data. His voice had a pleasant, youthful, midwestern sound, like a Canadian newscaster: friendly and enthusiastic as a puppy.
The ghost-mall was just one of many along Taft Street, ranging in size from little corner plazas to gigantic palaces with broken-in atria and cracked parking lots.
The other commonality this stretch of road shared with Detroit was the obesity of the people she passed. But here, on this stretch of road populated by people so fat they could barely walk, so fat that they were de-sexed marshmallows with faces like inflatable toys, she felt like a toothpick.
The GPS queeped when she came up on the junkyard, a sprawling, half-built discount mall whose waist-high walls had been used to parcel out different kinds of sorted waste.
The mall had been planned with wide indoor boulevards between the shops wide enough for two lanes of traffic, and she cruised those lanes now in the hertzmobile, looking for a human. Once she reached the center of the mall—a dry fountain filled with dusty Christmas-tree ornaments—she stopped and leaned on the horn. He was standing in the basket of a tall cherry-picker, barechested and brown. She started toward him tentatively.
Not a lot of business-reporting assignments involved spending time with half-naked, sun-baked dudes in remote southern junkyards. Still, he sounded nice. He was young, 22 or 23, and already had squint-creases at the corners of his eyes. He had a brace on one wrist and his steel-toed boots were the mottled grey of a grease-puddle on the floor of a muffler and brake shop.
He grinned and tugged off a glove, stuck out his hand. Sorry for the trouble finding this place. The smell was a mixture of machine-oil and salt, jungle air, Florida swamp and Detroit steel.
He was enormous, not just tall but fat, as big around as a barrel. He took her hand and shook it. He slit the grinning, disco-suited Elmo open from chin to groin and shucked its furry exterior and the foam tissue that overlaid its skeleton. He slid the blade under the plastic cover on its ass and revealed a little printed circuit board.
Suzanne nodded. She had a five year old goddaughter in Minneapolis who would have loved a Boogie Woogie Elmo. Inside, it was cool and bright, the chugging air-conditioners efficiently blasting purified air over the many work-surfaces.
The barn was a good 25 feet tall, with a loft and a catwalk circling it halfway up. It was lined with metallic shelves stacked neatly with labeled boxes of parts scrounged from the junkyard. Perry set Elmo down on a workbench and worked a miniature USB cable into his chest-cavity. The other end terminated with a PDA with a small rubberized photovoltaic cell on the front.
They used a ton of different suppliers for the BWE, so every one is a little different, depending on who was offering the cheapest parts the day it was built. Now, have a look—this is a Linux computer with some of the most advanced robotics ever engineered. No sweatshop stuff, either, see this? This is the good stuff. They came to a dusty, stripped-down Smart car, one of those tiny two-seat electric cars you could literally buy out of a vending machine in Europe. It was barely recognizable, having been reduced to its roll-cage, drive-train and control-panel.
A gang of naked robot Elmos were piled into it. The dead mall across the way is a drive-in theater, and I was out front watching the silent movies, and one of them showed all these cute little furry animated whatevers collectively driving a car. And it works! They even adjust their balance and centers of gravity when the car swerves to stay upright at their posts. Check it out. Suzanne found herself applauding.
Lester chuckled. The Elmos are all about the universal availability of cycles and apparatus. Like he can see the statue in the block?
I get like that with garbage: I see the pieces on the heaps and in roadside trash and I can just see how it can go together, like this. He reached down below a work-table and hoisted up a huge triptych made out of three hinged car-doors stood on end. Carefully, he unfolded it and stood it like a screen on the cracked concrete floor. The inside of the car-doors had been stripped clean and polished to a high metal gleam that glowed like sterling silver.
Spot-welded to it were all manner of soda tins, pounded flat and cut into gears, chutes, springs and other mechanical apparatus. I milled all the parts using a laser-cutter. What you do is, fill this hopper with GI Joe heads, and this hopper with Barbie heads. He picked them out carefully and offered them to her.
Suzanne giggled in spite of herself. When they ground over the polished surfaces of the car-doors, they made a sound like a box of toothpicks falling to the floor: click-click, clickclickclick, click.
Lester beamed. When I was a kid, I used to dream about being so famous that I could act like that much of a prick. She laughed again. Then she frowned a little. So, can you help me out here? He prodded a button and a nearby screen filled with a three-dimensional model of the head, flattened on the side where it touched the surface.
He turned the head over and scanned again and now there were two digital versions of the head on the screen. He moused one over the other until they lined up, right-clicked a drop-down menu, selected an option and then they were merged, rotating. There was something stupendously weird and simultaneously very comic about the sight, the kind of inherent comedy in a cartoon stretched out on a blob of Silly Putty.
Then we can do anything we like with the shape. Then we can output the shape. The air filled with a smell like Saran Wrap in a microwave. It does about one cubic inch per minute, so this job should be almost done now. He drummed his fingers on top of the machine for a moment and then it stopped chunking and something inside it went clunk.
He handed it to Suzanne. We move one or two pieces a month at about ten grand per. Suzanne was aware that her ears had grown points. Perry gave Lester an affectionate slug in the shoulder.
Respectful and mindful. Some of them are totally awesome and save your ass. Suzanne took all this in, jotting notes on an old-fashioned spiral-bound shirt-pocket notebook. Crazy, huh? You guys ready for lunch? The IHOP is the least objectionable of those. She plucked at her blouse a couple of times. You end up living in your car. And so they hiked along the side of the road. The sidewalk was a curious mix of old and new, the concrete unworn but still overgrown by tall sawgrass thriving in the Florida heat.
It brushed up against her ankles, hard and sharp, unlike the grass back home. They were walking parallel to a ditch filled with sluggish, brackish water and populated by singing frogs, ducks, ibises, and mosquitoes in great number. Across the way were empty lots, ghost-plazas, dead filling stations. Behind one of the filling stations, a cluster of tents and shacks. Some are bums and junkies, some are runaways.
The old man waved back. Used to be an aerospace engineer if you can believe it. Wife had medical problems and he went bust taking care of her.
When she died, he ended up here in his double-wide and never left. Kind of the unofficial mayor of this little patch. Suzanne stared after Francis. He had a bit of a gimpy leg, a limp she could spot even from here. Beside her, Lester was puffing. No one was comfortable walking in Florida, it seemed. It took another half hour to reach the IHOP, the International House of Pancakes, which sat opposite a mini-mall with only one still-breathing store, a place that advertised cent t-shirts, which struck Suzanne as profoundly depressing.
She wobbled uncertainly across the parking lot to them. A dollar would help, a dollar. There were homeless like this in San Francisco, too. But something about this woman, cracked out and tracked out, it freaked her out. She dug into her purse and got out a five dollar bill and handed it to the homeless woman. Her grip was damp and weak. Fuck you! Enjoy your lunch! She was shaking. Perry and Lester closed ranks around her.
Lester moved to confront the homeless woman. You wanna fuck with me? Lester cocked his head like the RCA Victor dog.
He towered over the skinny junkie, and was five or six times wider than her. She laughed too, a less crazy, more relaxed sound.
I think she just wanted to help you out. The junkie flicked her eyes back and forth. Not dignified to go in the bushes. The junkie cocked her head. Then she laughed. Sure—thanks, thanks a lot!
Lester motioned her over to the menu in the IHOP window and waited with her while she picked out a helping of caramel-apple waffles, sausage links, fried eggs, hash browns, coffee, orange juice and a chocolate malted. They went in and waited by the podium. The greeter, a black guy with corn-rows, nodded at Lester and Perry like an old friend. Tony shook his head and ducked it. Nothing got his goat. The doggie bag arrived. Perry motioned for Suzanne to follow him to a booth. He laughed.
When both companies went under, we got a bunch of their equipment at bankruptcy auctions. Lester joined them again. He was laughing.
Suzanne chuckled nervously and looked away. He slid into the booth next to her and put a hand on her shoulder. I was always a fat kid, and so I never got good at sports, never got that habit. I never learned to cook, either, though I suppose I could. When I was a kid, we called that candy.
These people will sell you an eight dollar, 18 ounce plate of candy with a side of sausage, eggs, biscuits, bacon and a pint of orange juice. Will-power nothing. Might as well say that all those people who died of the plague lacked the will-power to keep their houses free of rats. There are a small number of people, a tiny minority, whose genes are short-circuited in a way that makes them less prone to retaining nutrients.
I want a plate of candy! Then reality snapped back and she saw him as he was, sexless, lumpy, almost grotesque. The overlay of his, what, his inner beauty on that exterior, it disoriented her.
She looked back over her notes. Geek houses, like in the old college days. It was in the contract. We already had a place down here with room for Tjan, so we put some fresh linen on the guest-bed and laid in an extra toothbrush.
We build crazy stuff out of junk, sell it to collectors, and have fun. Perry cut in. She never let anyone buy her so much as a cup of coffee. It was an old journalism-school drill, and she was practically the only scribbler she knew who hewed to it: some of the whores on the Silicon Valley papers took in free computers, trips, even spa days! The afternoon passed quickly and enchantingly.
Perry was working on a knee-high, articulated Frankenstein monster built out of hand-painted seashells from a beach-side kitsch market. I got the idea from old-time backup-tape loaders.
This plus a toaster will function as a loosely coupled single system. Why build a toast-robot? Perry stopped working and dusted his hands off. He was really built, and his shaggy hair made him look younger than his crows-feet suggested.
The simple answer: people buy them. Build the fastest airplane, or the one with the largest carrying capacity Easy and rapid prototyping. Precision tools. We have so much capacity that the trivia expands to fill it. Remember the iPod? Why do you think it was so prone to scratching and going all gunky after a year in your pocket?
Why would Apple build a handheld technology out of materials that turned to shit if you looked at them cross-eyed? Here, check this out. He handed her a white brick, the size of a deck of cards. It took her a moment to recognize it as an iPod. Remember how small and shiny this thing was when it shipped? That made her actually laugh out loud. He rolled the buds around in his palm like a pair of dice. A copy of the Internet Archive, every post ever made on Usenet Basically, these things are infinitely capacious, given the size of the media we work with today.
The iPods were too big to lose like that, but just look at them. The screen was almost unreadable for all the scratches. They want to do what, exactly, with you? When Kettlebelly called me, he said that he wanted to see about using the scanner and so on to make a lot of these things, at a low price-point.
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