Makers Part 92
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"I'm a great believer in compet.i.tive intelligence."
"You work for Disney?"
"They both work for Disney, Lester," Suzanne said. "This is Sammy and Herve." *Herve doesn't do much talking,* she mentally added, *but he seems to be in charge*.
"That's right," Sammy said, seeming to come to himself at last. "And it's an honor to formally meet you at last. I run the DiaB program. I see you're a fan. I've read quite a bit about you, of course, thanks to Ms Church here."
Lester's hands closed and opened, closed and opened. "You were, what, you were sneaking around here?"
"Have I mentioned that I'm a great fan of *your work*? Not just the ride, either. This DiaBolical, well, it's --"
"What are you doing here?"
Suzanne had expected something like this. Lester wasn't like Perry, he wouldn't go off the deep-end with this guy, but he wasn't going to be his best buddy, either. Still, someone needed to intervene before this melted down altogether.
"Lester," she said, putting her hand on his warm shoulder. "Do you want to show these guys what you're working on?"
He blew air through his nose a couple times, then settled down. He even smiled.
"This one," he said, pointing to a DiaBolical, "I've got it running an experimental firmware that lets it print out hollow components. They're a lot lighter and they don't last as long. But they're also way less consumptive on goop. You get about ten times as much printing out of them."
Suzanne noted that this bit of news turned both of the Disney execs a little green. They made a lot of money selling goop, she knew.
"This one," Lester continued, patting a DiaB that was open to the elements, its imps lounging in its guts, "we mix some serious epoxy in with it, some carbon fibers. The printouts are practically indestructible. There are some kids around here who've been using it to print parts for bicycles --"
"Those were printed on *this*?" Sammy said.
"We ran into Francis and his gang," Suzanne explained.
Lester nodded. "Yeah, it's not perfect, though. The epoxy clogs up the works and the imps really don't like it. I only get two or three days out of a printer after I convert it. I'm working on changing the mix to fix that, though."
"After all," Guignol noted sourly, "it's not as if you have to pay for new DiaBs when you break one."
Lester smiled nastily at him. "Exactly," he said. "We've got a great research subsidy around here."
Guignol looked away, lips pursed.
"This one," Lester said, choosing not to notice, "this one is the realization of an age-old project." He pointed to the table next to it, where its imps were carefully fitting together some very fine parts.
Sammy leaned in close, inspecting their work. After a second, he hissed like a teakettle, then slapped his knee.
Now Lester's smile was more genuine. He loved it when people appreciated his work. "You figured it out?"
"You're printing DiaBs!"
"Not the whole thing," Lester said. "A lot of the logic needs an FPGA burner. And we can't do some of the conductive elements, either. But yeah, about 90 percent of the DiaB can be printed in a DiaB."
Suzanne hadn't heard about this one, though she remembered earlier attempts, back in the golden New Work days, the dream of self-replicating machines. Now she looked close, leaning in next to Sammy, so close she could feel his warm breath. There was something, well, *spooky* about the imps building a machine using another one of the machines.
"It's, what, it's like it's alive, and reproducing itself," Sammy said.
"Don't tell me this never occurred to you," Lester said.
"Honestly? No. It never did. Mr Banks, you have a uniquely twisted, f.u.c.ked up imagination, and I say that with the warmest admiration."
Guignol leaned in, too, staring at it.
"It's so obvious now that I see it," he said.
"Yeah, all the really great ideas are like that," Lester said.
Sammy straightened up and shook Lester's hand. "Thank you for the tour, Lester. You have managed to simultaneously impress and depress me. You are one sharp motherf.u.c.ker."
Lester preened and Suzanne suppressed a giggle.
Sammy held his hand up like he was being sworn in. "I'm dead serious, man. This is amazing. I mean, we manage some pretty out-of-the-box thinking at Disney, right? We may not be as nimble as some little whacked out co-op, but for who we are -- I think we do a good job.
"But you, man, you blow us out of the water. This stuff is just *crazy*, like it came down from Mars. Like it's from the future." He shook his head. "It's humbling, you know."
Guignol looked more thoughtful than he had to this point. He and Lester stared at Sammy, wearing similar expressions of bemus.e.m.e.nt.
"Let's go into the apartment," Suzanne said. "We can sit down and have a chat."
They trooped up the stairs together. Guignol expressed admiration for the weird junk-sculptures that adorned each landing, made by a local craftswoman and installed by the landlord. They sat around the living room and Lester poured iced coffee out of a pitcher in the fridge, dropping in ice-cubes molded to look like legos.
They rattled their drinks and looked uncomfortably at one another. Suzanne longed to whip out her computer and take notes, or at least a pad, or a camera, but she restrained himself. Guignol looked significantly at Sammy.
"Lester, I'm just going to say it. Would you sell your business to us?
The ride, DiaBolical, all of it? We could make you a very, very rich man. You and Perry. You would have the freedom to go on doing what you're doing, but we'd put it in our production chain, ma.s.s-market the h.e.l.l out of it, get it into places you've never seen. At its peak, New Work -- which you were only a small part of, remember -- touched 20 percent of Americans. *90 percent* of Americans have been to a Disney park. We're a bigger tourist draw than *all of Great Britain.* We can give your ideas legs."
Lester began to chuckle, then laugh, then he was doubled over, thumping his thighs. Suzanne shook her head. In just a few short moments, she'd gotten used to the idea, and it was growing on her.
Guignol looked grim. "It's not a firm offer -- it's a chance to open a dialogue, a negotiation. Talk the possibility over. A good negotiation is one where we both start by saying what we want and work it over until we get to the point where we're left with what we both need."
Lester wiped tears from his eyes. "I don't think that you grasp the absurdity of this situation, fellas. For starters, Perry will never go for it. I mean *never.*" Suzanne wondered about that. And wondered whether it mattered. The two had hardly said a word to each other in months.
"What's more, the rest of the rides will never, never, *never* go in for it. That's also for sure.
"Finally, what the f.u.c.k are you talking about? Me go to work for you?
Us go to work for you? What will you do, stick Mickey in the ride?
He's already in the ride, every now and again, as you well know. You going to move me up to Orlando?"
Sammy waggled his head from side to side. "I have a deep appreciation for how weird this is, Lester. To tell you the truth, I haven't thought much about your ride or this little town. As far as I'm concerned, we could just buy it and then turn around and sell it back to the residents for one dollar -- we wouldn't want to own or operate any of this stuff, the liability is too huge. Likewise the other rides. We don't care about what you did *yesterday* -- we care about what you're going to do tomorrow.
"Listen, you're a smart guy. You make stuff that we can't dream of, that we lack the inst.i.tutional imagination to dream of. We need *that*. What the h.e.l.l is the point of fighting you, suing you, when we can put you on the payroll? And you know what? Even if we throw an idiotic sum of money at you, even if you never make anything for us, we're still ahead of the game if you stop making stuff *against* us.
"I'm putting my cards on the table here. I know your partner is going to be even harder to convince, too. None of this is going to be easy. I don't care about easy. I care about what's right. I'm sick of being in charge of sabotaging people who make awesome stuff. Aren't you sick of being sabotaged? Wouldn't you like to come work some place where we'll shovel money and resources at your projects and keep the wolves at bay?"
Makers Part 92
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