Makers Part 32
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That was it. The ride didn't just make use of user-created content -- it *was* user-created content. He could never convince his bosses in Orlando to let him build anything remotely like this, and given enough time, it would surely overtake them. That Tjan -- someone like him wouldn't be involved if there wasn't some serious money opportunity on the line.
He'd seen the future that night and he had no place in it.
It only took a week on the Boston ride before they had their third and fourth nodes. The third was outside of San Francisco, in a gigantic ghost-mall that was already being used as a flea-market. They had two former anchor-stores, one of which was being squatted by artists who needed studio s.p.a.ce. The other one made a perfect location for a new ride, and the geeks who planned on building it had cut their teeth building elaborate Burning Man confectioneries together, so Perry gave them his blessing.
The fourth was to open in Raleigh, in the Research Triangle, where the strip malls ran one into the next. The soft-spoken, bitingly ironic southerners who proposed it were the daughters of old IBM blue-tie stalwarts who'd been running a women's tech collective since they realized they couldn't afford college and dropped out together. They wanted to see how much admission they could charge if they let it be known that they would plow their profits into scholars.h.i.+p funds for local women.
Perry couldn't believe that these people wanted to open their own rides, nor that they thought they needed his permission to do so. He was reminded of the glory days of New Work, when every day there were fifty New Work sites with a hundred new gizmos, popping up on the mailing lists, looking for distributors, recruiting, competing, swarming, arguing, forming and reforming. Watching Tjan cut the deals whereby these people were granted permission to open their own editions of the ride felt like that, and weirder still.
"Why do they need our permission? The API's wide open. They can just implement. Are they sheep or something?"
Tjan gave him an old-fas.h.i.+oned look. "They're being polite, Perry -- they're giving you face for being the progenitor of the ride."
"I don't like it," Perry said. "I didn't get anyone's permission to include their junk in the ride. When we get a printer to clone something that someone brings here, we don't get their permission. Why the h.e.l.l is seeking permission considered so polite? s.h.i.+t, why not send me a letter asking me if I mind receiving an email? Where does it end?"
"They're trying to be nice to you Perry, that's all."
"Well I don't like it," Perry said. "How about this: from now on when someone asks for permission we tell them no, we don't give out *or*
withhold permission for joining the network, but we hope that they'll join it anyway. Maybe put up a FAQ on the site."
"You'll just confuse people."
"I won't be confusing them, man! I'll be educating them!"
"How about if you add a Creative Commons license to it? Some of them are very liberal."
"I don't *want* to license this. You have to *own* something to license it. A license is a way of saying, 'Without this license, you're forbidden to do this.' You don't need a license to click a link and load a webpage -- no one has to give you permission to do this and no one could take it away from you. Licensing just gives people even worse ideas about owners.h.i.+p and permission and property!"
"It's your show," Tjan said.
"No it *isn't*! That's the *point*!"
"OK, OK, it's not your show. But we'll do it your way. You are a lovable, cranky weirdo, you know it?"
They did it Perry's way. He was scheduled to go back to Florida a few days later, but he changed his ticket to go out to San Francisco and meet with the crew who were implementing the ride there. One of them taught interaction design at SFSU and brought him in to talk to the students. He wasn't sure what he was going to talk to them about, but when he got there, he found himself telling the story of how he and Lester and Tjan and Suzanne and Kettlebelly had built and lost the New Work movement, without even trying. It was a fun story to tell from start to finish, and they talked through the lunch break and then a group of students took him to a bar in the Mission with a big outdoor patio where he went on telling war stories until the sun had set and he'd drunk so much beer he couldn't tell stories any longer.
They were all ten or fifteen years younger than him, and the girls were pretty and androgynous and the boys were also pretty and androgynous, not that he really swung that way. Still, it was fine being surrounded by the catcalling, joking, bulls.h.i.+tting crowd of young, pretty, flirty people. They hugged him a lot, and two of the prettier girls (who, he later realized, were a lot more interested in each other than him) took him back to a capsule hotel built across three parking-spots and poured him into bed and tucked him in.
He had a burrito the size of a football for breakfast, stuffed with shredded pig-parts and two kinds of sloppy beans. He washed it down with a quart of a cinnamon/rice drink called horchata that was served ice-cold and did wonders for his hangover.
A couple hours' noodling on his laptop and a couple bags of Tecate later and he was feeling almost human. Early mariachis strolled the street with electric guitars that controlled little tribes of dancing, singing knee-high animatronics, belting out old Jose Alfredo Jimenez tunes.
It was shaping up to be a good day. His laptop rang and he screwed in his headset and started talking to Tjan.
"Man, this place is excellent," he said. "I had the best night I've had in years last night."
"Well then you'll love this: there's a crew in Madison that want to do the same thing and could use a little guidance. They spoke to me this morning and said they'd be happy to spring for the airfare. Can you make a six o'clock flight at SFO?"
They gave him cheese in Madison and introduced him to the biohackers who were the spiritual progeny of the quirky moment when Madison was one of six places where stem cells could be legally researched. The biohackers gave him the w.i.l.l.i.e.s. One had gills. One glowed in the dark. One was orange and claimed to photosynthesize.
He got his hosts to bring him to the ratskeller where they sat down to comedy-sized beers and huge, suspicious steaming wursts.
"Where's your site?"
"We were thinking of building one -- there's a lot of farmland around here." Either the speaker was sixteen years old or Perry was getting to be such a drunken old fart that everyone seemed sixteen. He wasn't old enough to shave, anyway. Perry tried to remember his name and couldn't. Jet-lag or sleepdep or whatever.
"That's pretty weird. Everywhere else, they're just moving into s.p.a.ces that have been left vacant."
"We haven't got many of those. All the offices and stuff are being occupied by heavily funded startups."
"Heavily funded startups? In this day and age?"
"Superbabies," the kid said with a shrug. "It's all anyone here thinks about anymore. That and cancer cures. I think superbabies are crazy -- imagine being a twenty-year-old superbaby, with two-decade-old technology in your genes. In your germline! Breeding other obsolete superbabies. Crazy. But the Chinese are investing heavily."
"So no dead malls? Christ, that's like running out of sand or hydrogen or something. Are we still in America?"
The kid laughed. "The campus is building more student housing because none of us can afford the rents around here anymore. But there's lots of farmland, like I said. Won't be a problem to throw up a prefab and put the ride inside it. It'll be like putting up a haunted cornfield at Halloween. Used to do that every year to raise money for the ACLU, back in Nebraska."
"Wow." He wanted to say, *They have the ACLU in Nebraska?* but he knew that wasn't fair. The midwesterners he'd met had generally been kick-a.s.s geeks and hackers, so he had no call to turn his nose up at this kid. "So why do you want to do this?"
The kid grinned. "Because there's got to be a way to do something cool without moving to New York. I like it around here. Don't want to live in some run-down defaulted s.h.i.+t-built condo where the mice are hunchbacked. Like the wide-open s.p.a.ces. But I don't want to be a farmer or an academic or run a student bar. All that stuff is a dead-end, I can see it from here. I mean, who drinks beer anymore?
There's much sweeter highs out there in the real world."
Perry looked at his beer. It was in a themed stein with Germano-Gothic gingerbread worked into the finish. It felt like it had been printed from some kind of ceramic/epoxy hybrid. You could get them at traveling carny midways, too.
"I like beer," he said.
"But you're --" The kid broke off.
"Old," Perry said. "'Sok. You're what, 16?"
"21," the kid said. "I'm a late bloomer. Devoting resources to more important things than p.u.b.erty."
Two more kids slid into their booth, a boy and a girl who actually did look 21. "Hey Luke," the girl said, kissing him on the cheek.
Luke, that was his name. Perry came up with a mnemonic so he wouldn't forget it again -- Nebraska baby-faced farm boy, that was like Luke Skywalker. He pictured the kid swinging a lightsaber and knew he'd keep the name for good now.
"This is Perry Gibbons," Luke said. "Perry, this is Hilda and Ernie. Guys, Perry's the guy who built the ride I was telling you about."
Ernie shook his hand. "Man, that's the coolest s.h.i.+t I've ever seen, wow. What the h.e.l.l are you doing here? I love that stuff. Wow."
Hilda flicked his ear. "Stop drooling, fanboy," she said.
Ernie rubbed his ear. Perry nodded uncertainly.
"Sorry. It's just -- well, I'm a big fan is all."
Makers Part 32
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