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What we’re working on is a machine with the computer built in. It will have a menu, sort of like a vending machine or Katie’s food replicator from Star Trek, but not for food. Think of a plumber or car mechanic. Instead of having a truck or shop full of inventory and having to wait and order parts, they would have our 3D printers with a menu of all the possible parts and print what they needed on site. A component or part can even be scanned or searched for and loaded up to be printed.”
“That’s a huge benefit to a company! What a savings. Not having to keep a huge inventory, and phase-change memory makes this possible?” I asked.
“That’s right. It’s because the phase-change memory combines both RAM and ROM memory, so when you turn off the machine you don’t lose anything. Plus, as I already mentioned, it’s much smaller, and faster.”
“I can’t wait to see it in action!” I exclaimed. “Can I have a demo when we get home?”
“Of course, I would love to show it to you,” Thomas said smiling.
“Great! Well, until you build Katie and me our 3D printing food replicator, I’d better get to making that bread so it has time to rise,” I said, and headed down to the galley to start making the dough.
Chapter Nine
Yacht Club Fundraiser
T he Archipelago Yacht Club we belong to is a traditional colonial-style building on the waterfront. Inside it is very elegant with its wood-paneled walls, dark leather furniture, and large fireplaces, plus the club has one of the best views in town. If you are lucky enough to be a member or know a member, you can book your wedding or special event in this beautiful venue. Membership in this private club is very expensive and you have to be sponsored and interviewed first; then you go on a wait list, as the club membership is full, only opening up as older members die. Like most of our friends at the Yacht Club we are second- or third-generation members. My parents were members and signed me up at the young age of seven, the earliest age you can become a junior member, so I had a lot of seniority in the club and that was helpful in securing a good berth (docking space) for our boat. We had signed Katie up at seven, too, continuing the tradition of family membership.
I had met Thomas at the Yacht Club during sailboat racing season. Thomas was an avid yacht racer and his family’s race boat had won the cup for several years. I also enjoy racing sailboats, though I chose the fun boat instead. The club has many members, like our family, who are passionate about boating but aren’t rich. That said, there is still a large percentage of the membership who are very wealthy, people with private jets, super yachts, and “trust fund kids” whose family trusts pays them a monthly amount plus a lump sum at various milestones in their lives (we secretly call them “the lucky sperm club”). The Yacht Club hosts many charity events and fundraising dinners as it’s a great way for those fortunate members to give back, plus many of them really enjoy organizing the events.
Tonight’s fall fundraiser was the first of the season and a benefit for cancer research, a cause that was dear to my heart, as one of our Yacht Club friends had passed away from a brain tumor the previous year. As we entered the formal dining room, I heard my name called.
“Janeva, Thomas—how are you? Come over to our table and say hi to Catherine and Stella,” John Blackwood commanded, as he intercepted us. We obediently went with him to the table. For my part I was surprised to see Stella and Catherine chatting amiably, especially after the revelations on the boat a few weeks before, when we’d all been docked at the Yacht Club outstation in Princess Louisa Inlet, British Columbia.
“Sit, sit!” said John, pulling out a chair for me beside Stella and waving Thomas to one next to his, across the table.
We sat down; to do anything else would not have been polite. After an awkward silence a
“That’s a huge benefit to a company! What a savings. Not having to keep a huge inventory, and phase-change memory makes this possible?” I asked.
“That’s right. It’s because the phase-change memory combines both RAM and ROM memory, so when you turn off the machine you don’t lose anything. Plus, as I already mentioned, it’s much smaller, and faster.”
“I can’t wait to see it in action!” I exclaimed. “Can I have a demo when we get home?”
“Of course, I would love to show it to you,” Thomas said smiling.
“Great! Well, until you build Katie and me our 3D printing food replicator, I’d better get to making that bread so it has time to rise,” I said, and headed down to the galley to start making the dough.
Chapter Nine
Yacht Club Fundraiser
T he Archipelago Yacht Club we belong to is a traditional colonial-style building on the waterfront. Inside it is very elegant with its wood-paneled walls, dark leather furniture, and large fireplaces, plus the club has one of the best views in town. If you are lucky enough to be a member or know a member, you can book your wedding or special event in this beautiful venue. Membership in this private club is very expensive and you have to be sponsored and interviewed first; then you go on a wait list, as the club membership is full, only opening up as older members die. Like most of our friends at the Yacht Club we are second- or third-generation members. My parents were members and signed me up at the young age of seven, the earliest age you can become a junior member, so I had a lot of seniority in the club and that was helpful in securing a good berth (docking space) for our boat. We had signed Katie up at seven, too, continuing the tradition of family membership.
I had met Thomas at the Yacht Club during sailboat racing season. Thomas was an avid yacht racer and his family’s race boat had won the cup for several years. I also enjoy racing sailboats, though I chose the fun boat instead. The club has many members, like our family, who are passionate about boating but aren’t rich. That said, there is still a large percentage of the membership who are very wealthy, people with private jets, super yachts, and “trust fund kids” whose family trusts pays them a monthly amount plus a lump sum at various milestones in their lives (we secretly call them “the lucky sperm club”). The Yacht Club hosts many charity events and fundraising dinners as it’s a great way for those fortunate members to give back, plus many of them really enjoy organizing the events.
Tonight’s fall fundraiser was the first of the season and a benefit for cancer research, a cause that was dear to my heart, as one of our Yacht Club friends had passed away from a brain tumor the previous year. As we entered the formal dining room, I heard my name called.
“Janeva, Thomas—how are you? Come over to our table and say hi to Catherine and Stella,” John Blackwood commanded, as he intercepted us. We obediently went with him to the table. For my part I was surprised to see Stella and Catherine chatting amiably, especially after the revelations on the boat a few weeks before, when we’d all been docked at the Yacht Club outstation in Princess Louisa Inlet, British Columbia.
“Sit, sit!” said John, pulling out a chair for me beside Stella and waving Thomas to one next to his, across the table.
We sat down; to do anything else would not have been polite. After an awkward silence a
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