stuff creeped into our lives and we got dependent on it. Take it away and the economy crashesâjust like the tower. You gotta embrace it.â
âExactly,â I said. âMy most vociferous opponent was a senator who was being kept alive by a pacemaker with a hundred thousand lines of embedded code.â
Joe nodded. âWhen I was younger, I was frustrated that we werenât building big ambitious stuff anymore. Just writing dumb little apps. When Carl came along with the tower idea, and I understood it was going to have to flyâthat it couldnât even stand up without embedded networksâthe light went on. We had to stop building things for a generation, just to absorbâto get saturated withâthe mentality that everythingâs networked, smart, active. Which enables us to build things that would have been impossible before, like you couldnât build skyscrapers before steel.â
I nodded at the drawing in front of him, which had been looping through a little animation as we talked. âWhatâs new in your world?â
âOh, doing some performance tweaks. Under certain conditions we get a rumble in the tower at about one-tenth of a hertzâyou might have felt it. The servos canât quite respond fast enough to defeat it. Weâre developing a workaround. More for comfort than for safety. Might force us to replace some of the control unitsâitâs not something you can do by sitting on the ground typing.â He nodded toward the luggage rack by the door where he had deposited a bright yellow plastic case, obviously heavy.
âThatâs okay,â I said, âsitting on the ground typing wasnât Carlâs style.â
As if on cue the car dinged to warn us of impending deceleration. Joe began to collect his things. A minute later the car stopped in the middle of a sort of pod caught in the fretwork of the tower like a spiderâs egg case in a web. Lights came on, for it was deep dusk at this point. A tubular gangway osculated with the carâs hatch, its pneumatic lips inflating to make an airtight seal. Air whooshed as a mild pressure difference was equalized, and my ears popped. The door dilated.
Joe nodded good-bye and lugged his bag case out into the station, which was a windowless bare metal tub. A minute later we were on our way again.
âI just wanted to introduce myself. Nicky Chu.â This was the astronomer en route to the Top Click. âSorry, but I didnât realize who you were until I heard your story.â
âHave you spent much time up there, Nicky?â
âJust once, for orientation and safety briefings.â
âWell, youâre always welcome in the bar. Weâre having a little private observance tonight, but even so, feel free to stop in.â
âI heard,â Nicky said, and, perhaps in spite of herself, glanced toward the messenger bag. âI only wish I could have shared one of these rides with the man before . . .â
The pause was awkward. I said what Carl would have said: âBefore he was incinerated in a giant kiln? Indeed.â
A SENATOR HAD ONCE described the Internet as a series of tubes, which didnât describe the Internet very well but was a pretty apt characterization of the Top Click. âShirtsleeves environmentâ had been the magic buzzword. I knew as much because Carl had once banned the phrase from PowerPoint slidesâshortly before he had banned PowerPoint altogether, and then attempted to ban all meetings. âThe Cape of Good Hope is not a shirtsleeves environment. Neither was the American West. The moon. The people who go to such places have an intrepid spirit that we ought to respect. I hate patronizing them by reassuring them itâs all going to be in a shirtsleeves environment!â
This sort of rant had terminated some awkward conversations with casino executives and hoteliers. I had donated a small but significant chunk
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