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Contents
Volume 110, Number 6
Features
36 The Blow-Up
This summer, as a meltdown in the subprime credit market spilled over into
other markets, all eyes were on the mathematically trained financial
engineers known as “quants.” Who are these guys? By Bryant Urstadt
44 What Is He Doing?
Twitter is at the heart of the phenomenon called microblogging. Meet its
founder, Evan Williams. By Kate Greene
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Contributors
Bryant Urstadt wrote this issue’s comics,” says Asaf. “It’s very hot in
Statement required by 39 U.S.C. 3685 showing the
ownership, management, and circulation of Technology cover story, on Wall Street “quants”— that part of the world, and everything
Review, published bimonthly (6 issues), for September
1, 2007. Publication No. 535-940. Annual subscription
mathematically trained financial engi- is constantly bathed in yellow. We
price $34.00. neers and managers—and the role took four-color trips to Gotham City
1. Location of known office of publication: their work played in this summer’s and at some point never came back.”
MIT, One Main Street, Cambridge, Middlesex, MA 02142
upheaval in
2. Location of headquarters or general business office the financial Bruce Sterling is an American
of the publisher:
MIT, One Main Street, Cambridge, Middlesex, MA 02142 markets (“The novelist and journalist. A leader
3. The names and addresses of the publisher, editor, Blow-Up,” p. of the “cyberpunk” literary move-
and managing editor: 36). “This ment, he now writes and speaks
Publisher: Jason Pontin, MIT, One Main Street, Cambridge,
Middlesex, MA 02142 was one of the on a wide range of subjects. In the
Editor: David Rotman, MIT, One Main Street, Cambridge,
Middlesex, MA 02142
most intimidat- story that appears in this issue (“The
Managing Editor: Nate Nickerson, MIT, One Main Street, ing pieces I have ever been involved Interoperation,” p. 69), an archi-
Cambridge, Middlesex, MA 02142
in,” says Urstadt. “But as my report- tect fights the creative limitations
4. The owner is
Massachusetts Institute of Technology, 77 Massachusetts
ing developed, I noticed that I wasn’t imposed by
Avenue, Cambridge, MA 02139. alone in my confusion, in that a lot computer
5. Known bondholders, mortgages and other security of people were slightly unsure about automation. “I
holders owning or holding one percent or more of total
amount of bonds, mortgages, or other securities:
what was going on in their own love to hang
None domain. It wasn’t like people were out with indus-
6. Extent and nature of circulation: panicking—it was just that there was trial designers,
Average number Number of
of copies of copies of single
a general sense that things were a engineers, and
each issue issue published bit mysterious. One thing was clear, architects—people whose business is
during preceding nearest to
12 months filing date
though: these were some of the creating the physical world,” Sterling
smartest people I’ve ever talked to.” says. “Word processing transformed
A. Total number
of copies: 226,143 223,310 Urstadt is a freelance writer whose my line of work 30 years ago, but
work regularly appears in New York, every year, design software eats up
B. Paid and/or
requested circulation: Outside, and ESPN. more of these guys’ time-honored
1. Paid/requested
outside-county
enterprises. I had to ask that clas-
mail subscriptions: 183,082 180,562 Asaf and Tomer Hanuka illustrated sic science fiction question: what
2. Sales through dealers “Mission to Mars,” a graphic story happens if this goes on?” Sterling
and carriers, street
vendors, counter sales, written by Erica Naone, which chron- is moving to Turin, Italy, which the
and other non-USPS
icles NASA’s various attempts to International Council of Societies
paid distribution: 11,876 12,498
explore that of Industrial Design has designated
C. Total paid and/or
requested
planet (p. World Design Capital for 2008.
circulation: 194,958 193,060 26). “There
D. Free distribution is a sense of Greg Egan is an Australian science
by mail: 2,238 2,240 the fantastic fiction writer and computer pro-
E. Free distribution struggling to grammer; his new short story “Steve
outside the mail: 6,522 6,916
coexist with Fever” appears in this issue (p. 60).
F. Total free the real, which we found very appeal- “People often lament the way some
distribution: 8,760 9,156
ing,” says Tomer. “When we thought politicians and celebrities end up
G. Total distribution: 203,718 202,216 about the people involved, we imag- believing their own public relations,”
H. Copies not ined geeky kids reading sci-fi novels: says Egan. “I thought it would be
distributed: 22,424 21,094
now they’re all grown up and redefin- interesting to imagine what might
I. Total: 226,143 223,310 ing the future.” Tomer and Asaf, who happen if we developed technology
J. Percent paid
are identical twins, are the creators that was capable of believing its own
and/or of Bipolar, an award-winning comic- hype.” Egan recently completed his
requested
circulation: 95.7% 95.5% book series. Work they did separately seventh novel, Incandescence, which
has appeared in the New Yorker, he says “concerns an alien society
7. I certify that all information furnished on this form is
true and complete: Spin, Rolling Stone, Time, and Forbes. with very simple technology strug-
(Signed) Heather Holmes, Director of Circulation
“We grew up in Israel and spent the gling to understand general relativity,
majority of our childhood reading as a matter of life and death.”
Who Wants to Live Forever? by-product of medical progress is that Patent Law
In “The Enthusiast” (September/ one day, someone may wake up for his I was very pleased to see the magazine
October 2007), David Ewing Duncan 1,000th birthday. If on that day pain publish an accurate patent law article
discusses the scientific controversy lashes him and the world goes gray, he written by a patent attorney (“Patent
surrounding Harvard biologist David will cry out, “Please! Of course I do not Law Gets Saner,” September/October
Sinclair’s longevity research but fails want to live to be 2,000. Who would? 2007). Scott Feldmann provided an
to mention a more sinister contro- But I do not want to die today!” excellent lay summary of the impact,
versy, one that exists outside the sci- William Bains especially on patent “trolls,” of three
entific community. As a bioethicist, I Royston, Hertfordshire, England very important (and notably concur-
am unhappily aware that many of my rent) United States Supreme Court
fellow bioethicists oppose in principle On Chess patent cases: eBay, MedImmune, and
any attempt to extend the human life Philosopher Daniel C. Dennett reaches KSR, which many patent attorneys
span. They think people should accept the verdict that computers are the equal (me among them) had been avidly
the “natural” limits on longevity, of humans in chess (“Higher Games,” following. The soundness of these
although they do not oppose electric September/October 2007). To the con- decisions may be due in part to the
power on the grounds that we should trary, computers cannot play chess at unusually large number of amicus
accept the “natural” limits on indoor all. Chess is a game; games are for hav- briefs that were filed by organizations
light and warmth. As a future old per- ing fun; computers cannot have fun. and academics.
son, I hope that scientists will continue Daniel Pratt Paul F. Morgan
to ignore such small-mindedness and Laurel, MD Rochester, NY
that someday your magazine’s fea-
ture on outstanding innovators in the Bright Lights in Stockholm Artificial Intelligence
early stages of their careers will feature I loved the 1962 photo that accompa- I enjoyed the thought-provoking essay
innovators under 150 rather than just nied James Watson’s essay recounting by Yale computer scientist David
those under 35. his part in the discovery of the struc- Gelernter about the state of artificial
Felicia Nimue Ackerman ture of DNA (“Letter to a Young Sci- intelligence (“Artificial Intelligence
Providence, RI entist,” September/October 2007). Six Is Lost in the Woods,” July/August
brilliant men posing side by side with 2007). It does seem as if AI research is
Conservative British philosopher their Nobel Prizes: five great scientists lost in its quest to emulate conscious
Roger Scruton is profoundly uneasy and ... John Steinbeck! I wonder who, thought. However, artificial life, a small
about the morality of seeking to live as they sidled together for the picture, offshoot of AI research, makes the sub-
for hundreds of years, and he makes was more in awe of whom? versive presumption that, as in nature,
elegantly referenced arguments about Larry Casey conscious behavior emerges from the
why such a quest is a bad idea (“The Huntsville, AL bottom up: that is, it arises from the
Trouble with Knowledge,” May/June daily toils of simple systems evolving
2007). However, his arguments over- Alieu Conteh into complexity.
look one simple fact: each new break- I found inspiration in the most unlikely Two recent achievements come to
through will offer us not immortality place this morning. I ran across your mind: the entries in the DARPA Grand
but simply the opportunity to not die Q&A with African entrepreneur Alieu Challenge robotic road race and the
today. That is how longevity has been Conteh (September/October 2007), twin Martian rovers. In both cases,
achieved over the last 100 years: each in which he recounts the fascinating the coupling of software with robotic
wave of miracle drugs has helped push tale of his successful attempt to build sensors and mechanics seems to have
the grim reaper back a few years. The a mobile-communications network in achieved a close approximation of a
war-torn Congo. What a remarkable prime component of intelligent sys-
story of vision, energy, and optimism. tems: proactive self-preservation.
How to contact us I’ve enjoyed a subscription to your pub- Even though imbuing conscious
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From the Editor
Oppenheimer’s Ghost
Can we control the evolution and uses of technology?
I
wing militarists. But the physicist’s attitude to the nuclear
J. Robert Oppenheimer, who had been the scientific bomb—and to the capacity of technology to be used for
director of the American effort to build an atomic bomb both moral and immoral ends—was more complicated.
during World War II, described his emotions on witness- In 1965, Oppenheimer told the New York Times Mag-
ing the first nuclear detonation. He said, “We knew the azine, “I never regretted, and do not regret now, hav-
world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few ing done my part of the job.” But he also said to Harry
people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the Truman, “Mr. President, I feel I have blood on my hands.”
line from the Hindu scripture the Bhagavad Gita. Vishnu In truth, he appears to have felt both emotions at once.
is trying to persuade the prince that he should do his duty The nuclear bomb might never have been built without
and to impress him takes on his multiarmed form and Oppenheimer’s energetic leadership, and he fought hard
says, ‘Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.’ I to see it dropped on civilians at Nagasaki and Hiroshima;
suppose we all thought that one way or another.” but he also thought that its use was mass murder. He justi-
It is mesmerizing television. (You can watch the clip on fied his role on the grounds that the bomb was necessary
atomicarchive.com.) Oppenheimer—pale, penitent, emaci- to win the war and that it might be a deterrent to future
ated, and already elderly at 61—cannot face the camera. He wars, ushering in Immanuel Kant’s era of perpetual peace.
looks down as he speaks. His manner is not tentative—he More interesting, Oppenheimer believed that technol-
knows precisely which words he wishes to employ—but ogy and science had their own imperatives, and that what-
painfully subdued. He blinks, he looks away, and at one ever could be discovered or done would be discovered
point he actually seems to wipe away a tear. and done. “It is a profound and necessary truth,” he told
This legendary recollection, which today appears in a Canadian audience in 1962, “that the deep things in sci-
every account of July 16, 1945, may have been theater. His ence are not found because they are useful; they are found
brother Frank, who was at the Trinity test site that day, because it was possible to find them.” Because he believed
remembered that Oppenheimer said simply, “It worked.” that some country would build a nuclear bomb, he pre-
William Laurence, a New York Times reporter who inter- ferred that it be the United States, whose politics were
viewed Oppenheimer a few hours after the explosion, imperfect but preferable to those of Nazi Germany or the
wrote in his 1959 history, Men and Atoms: The Discov- Soviet Union. When he later opposed building a hydrogen
ery, the Uses, and the Future of Atomic Energy, that he bomb, he was not being inconsistent, nor was he awaken-
would never forget the “shattering impact” of the quota- ing to pacifism late in the day; he opposed an early, infea-
tion. But Laurence’s initial account, published in the Times sible proposal, but he later recanted when the physicist
in September 1945, has no reference to the Bhagavad Edward Teller proposed a “technically sweet” design.
Gita. The earliest version of the story occurs in a profile of Oppenheimer was a fatalist about the evolution of tech-
Oppenheimer published by Time magazine in late 1948. nology and science, which goes some way to explaining
It doesn’t matter. Whether Oppenheimer invented the his attraction to the deeply fatalistic Gita. Consistent with
story of a sudden, vertiginous consciousness of mankind’s Vishnu’s teaching to Prince Arjuna, Oppenheimer thought
new destructive powers or imagined years later that he had it our duty to perform, as best we can, the jobs that our
thought or said such a thing, the documentary shows a sin- historical moment allots us. (This aspect of his thinking
cerely suffering human being. has been described by the historian James Hijaya in an
Oppenheimer has become a secular saint because he essay, “The Gita of J. Robert Oppenheimer.”) He looked
opposed building an early version of the hydrogen bomb to humanity’s most progressive institutions to restrain the
when he was chairman of the U.S. Atomic Energy Com- malignant use of technology. Oppenheimer was asked to
mission. That opposition led to his persecution by anti- build a nuclear bomb, and he hoped reason would dictate
communists and a public hearing to investigate his loyalty, that it be used twice, in a just war, and then never again.
after which his security clearance was permanently Well, so far at least, his ghost must be less troubled
revoked because of what were called his “defects” of char- than the disturbed figure who appeared in that old docu-
MAR K O STOW
acter. Since his death, biographies have represented him mentary. But history lasts a very long time. Write to me at
as a cultured leftist intellectual at odds with brutish right- jason.pontin@technologyreview.com. Jason Pontin
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T E C H N O LO GY R E V I E W N OV E M B E R / D E C E M B E R 2 0 07
I NTE R N ET
Financial Woes
in Second Life
W
ith more than nine million
registered “residents,”
Second Life leads the boom
in virtual worlds—online commu-
nities with their own computer-
rendered topographies (see “Second
Earth,” July/August 2007). But the
rapidly growing community is facing
a virtual monetary crisis that raises
questions about its approach to han-
dling real money.
Trouble started this summer
when Second Life’s parent company,
Linden Lab, eliminated gambling
activities, erasing about 5 percent of
the virtual world’s economy. Later, a
bank run triggered the collapse of a
bank, Ginko Financial, that offered
high interest rates on virtual dol-
lars convertible to real ones (Second
Life’s “Linden dollars” trade against
the U.S. dollar at 270 to 1). “Most of
these problems have been building for
a while,” says Benjamin Duranske, an
intellectual-property lawyer who has mission to establish standards. And
been watching the Second Life bank- 1.0 Second Life: Crash of ’07 Linden Lab’s chief financial offi-
An index of virtual stocks traded in Second
ing industry. Life plunged this summer amid a bank run
and a crackdown on gambling activity.
cer, John Zdanowski, says the com-
So far, the virtual mess hasn’t been 0.8 pany is working to keep the currency
monitored by real-world authori- exchange rate stable.
ties such as the U.S. Securities and 0.6 For now, financial instability in Sec-
Exchange Commission, says Cornell ond Life affects only the 45,000 people
University accounting professor 0.4 The vertical axis is who actually make money there. But
Robert Bloomfield. But Second Life normalized to stock clearly, Linden Lab wants to make
values on May 23.
residents, partly because they’d like to sure people don’t get burned so badly
D E R E K BAC O N
0.2
forestall such monitoring, are form- 6/1/07 7/1/07 8/1/07 that they log off and start focusing on
Source: Robert Bloomfield and SL Capital Exchange
ing their own virtual exchange com- their real lives. Erica Naone
S ea mammals could be
severely affected by climate
change. Now some of these
image, colored lines represent the
routes of specific seals, and the
shaded areas represent tempera-
creatures are helping scientists ture readings when they dived.
figure out the complex dynam- When the seals resurfaced, the
ics of global warming. The data was sent by satellite and
tracks in the image below Internet to the Sea Mammal
represent data collected by Research Unit in St. Andrews,
sensors glued to the heads of Scotland, and then to the
M E D I CA L D E V I C E S
COU RTESY OF OTOLOG ICS (H EAR I NG); SEA MAM MAL R ESEARCH U N IT (SEALS); M ICHAE L FE LD LAB ORATORY, M IT (CE LLS)
as they did with traditional hearing aids. The ques- a three-year project, the sensors Coriolis center in France, where
tion is whether patients will see reduced perfor- transmitted information about oceanographers relayed it to
mance—as well as the higher cost and surgical changes in ocean temperature climate researchers. When the
risk—as a tolerable price to pay for convenience and salinity that are crucial to seals molted, they shed the equip-
and cosmetic benefits. —Michael Chorost explaining global climate change. ment. Michael Patrick Gibson
M I C R O S C O PY
H A R DWA R E
A Better
Touch Screen
As touch screens shrink, one of
the biggest problems users face
is that their fingers cover up what
they’re trying to look at. An experi-
mental setup from researchers at
Microsoft and Mitsubishi lets peo-
ple essentially touch their screens
from the back. A semitransparent
image of their fingers is superim-
posed on the front of the display.
To build their prototype, the
researchers glued a touch pad to
the back of a conventional touch-
salinity and temperature to oxygen lev- demand a massive new data-analysis are now exploring versions (like the
els and the presence of fish schools, system, which IBM will provide. One one in the artist’s rendering above)
the sensors will help create a “virtual goal is rapid response to changing con- that could be commercially viable.
river” that can aid scientists monitoring ditions, such as a sewage release or One approach involves a touch
aquatic life and pollution levels. a drop in oxygen that could kill fish. pad with an array of capacitors
Some sensors are likely to be Completing the design will take more whose electrical charge is altered
mounted on a novel, solar-powered than a year, but the first sensors will by the proximity of the user’s fin-
underwater robot developed by RPI, be placed in the river in early 2008. gers. In another, arrays of single-
the Autonomous Undersea Systems The full installation is expected to take pixel light sensors would map the
Institute in Lee, NH, and Falmouth three years. Brittany Sauser fingers’ location. —Kate Greene
E M E R G E N CY R E S P O N S E
Watching Wildfires
Fighting a wildfire requires knowing
exactly how it is moving and where hot
spots are flaring. The image above—of M E D I CA L I M AG I N G by the tumor (dashed lines) and
a fire that burned parts of Santa Bar- which are outside the tumor (solid
bara County, CA, earlier this year—was 3-D View lines). Colors indicate the depth of the
produced by an experimental system
that uses remote sensors to provide
of the Brain engulfed fibers or the exterior fibers’
distance from the tumor’s surface;
just such information to emergency for example, pink and red dashed
responders, rapidly reporting changing lines represent deeply engulfed fibers.
conditions. The image was captured by
a 118-kilogram infrared scanner in an
unmanned airplane. Images were pro-
T his 3-D rendering of a brain tumor
and associated brain fibers, made
by researchers at Thomas Jefferson
Pilot studies have demonstrated the
software’s usefulness in neurosurgi-
cal planning; the researchers expect
cessed onboard, sent via satellite to a University in Philadelphia, is the that with fine-tuning, the technology
ground station, fused with geographic- product of new software that inte- could be in operating rooms within a
information-system data, and displayed grates data from multiple imaging year. The images use data from con-
using Google Earth—all within minutes. technologies to provide much clearer ventional magnetic resonance imag-
Areas of the greatest heat intensity show images. The image shows a tumor ing (MRI), which gives details on
up as the brightest spots on the image. (blue mass) and its position relative anatomy; functional MRI, which pro-
Once tests are completed next year, to brain fibers (threadlike objects) that vides information on neural activity;
the U.S. Forest Service may install the are affected by the tumor and vital to and diffusion tensor imaging, which
sensor-and-communication system in brain function. The software lets sur- provides images of fibers connecting
manned aircraft. —Brittany Sauser geons see which fibers are engulfed different brain areas. Brittany Sauser
GADG ETS in quality. Media files must time—and power—required Power Consumption
0.8
Normal decoding
80% decoding
Booster 80 percent of the informa- leagues wrote an algorithm 0.6
Selective decoding
tion, it would use only 80 per- that imposes strict time limits 0.4
V oice transmission and cent as much power. A new on the decoding process; the 0.2
video playback are the technique could cut power decoder skips only the jobs 0.0
NASA (W I LD F I R E); X I N G UAN (B RAI N)
biggest power hogs in mobile consumption even more, says that take too long. In simula- everything. Qu says blocks
devices, but skipping some Gang Qu, a computer scien- tions, this approach yielded of information requiring lon-
signal-processing tasks tist at the University of Mary- an 81 percent completion ger decoding time may not
could greatly boost battery land. Peculiarities in coding rate but used only 37 percent always be more critical than
life without a huge sacrifice mean that the processing as much power as decoding the rest. —Larry Hardesty
T oday’s high-definition
displays pack in the pix-
els to provide breathtak-
have to contend with TV
content that doesn’t capture
high-contrast information. STUDY IN CONTRAST: A
ing color and detail. But But Ahmet Oguz Akyüz, high-dynamic-range display
another display technol- Roland Fleming, and col- renders bright and dark
regions of the same image
ogy, called high dynamic leagues at the Max Planck with great clarity. An image
range (HDR), can produce Institute for Biological of a castle (bottom) simu-
lates the improvement over
far higher contrast, cor- Cybernetics in Tübingen, what is possible with a con-
rectly and vividly displaying Germany, have good news. ventional display (top).
W
ith Google Earth, users can tions of their stores’ interiors. CTO chandise inside a store by clicking on
“fly” from a satellite view of and founder Mok Oh, a computer a display item. EveryScape is likely
the planet to aerial views of scientist, says the company is betting to face competition from Google (see
their homes. But while the program that people want to explore the world “Second Earth,” July/August 2007),
can be customized to include, say, from the ground level. “Getting there but the search giant wouldn’t com-
photos of storefronts or 3-D render- is not what you want,” he says. “Being ment on its plans. Erica Naone
ings of buildings, it provides no con- there is what you want.”
sistent experience at street level. The technology starts with pano- Company: EveryScape, Waltham, MA
EveryScape, a startup in Waltham, ramic photos taken by company Funding: $5 million from Draper
MA, hopes to pick up where Google photographers or contributed by Fisher Jurvetson, New Atlantic Ven-
Earth leaves off, providing photo- subscribers, who use conventional tures, and Launchpad
Technology: Software to fuse pano-
realistic streetscapes and even views digital single-lens reflex cameras.
ramic photos into virtual streetscapes
inside buildings. The company plans EveryScape’s servers construct a 3-D Founder and CTO: Mok Oh, com-
C H R I STIAN KO Z OWYK
to let users submit photos that it will environment that allows users to puter scientist and founder of
integrate into a consistent 3-D repre- move from one panoramic perspec- SuperTour, which provides virtual tours
sentation. Its revenues would come tive to the next. In a company demo, CEO: Jim Schoonmaker
from retailers who want to add depic- users can explore Union Square in
2ontario.com /talent
1- 8 0 0 - 8 19 - 8 7 0 1
Annotation
Respected information providers like
2 Ground Station and Postprocessing National Geographic and Google com-
The satellite stores the image, then sends it down munity members like your Aunt Betty
to DigitalGlobe’s ground station in either Norway or can supply additional “layers” of data
Alaska when it passes overhead. The data then trav- that are tied to particular geographi-
els to a data center in Colorado, where differences in cal locations. That information is also
photographic angle are corrected, and the images are stored on servers at Google and else-
mapped onto a 3-D digital elevation model. This pro- where on the Internet. The list of all
cess, called orthorectification, prevents features on available layers appears at the lower
the tops of hills and mountains from being smeared left of the Google Earth applica-
out or placed in the wrong locations. Finally, the image tion window; checking a box makes
is resampled so that its pixels will be aligned with the the application ask the servers for all
latitude-longitude grid. (The digital elevation model the layer data for the geographical
is what lets Google Earth “tilt” the ground for realis- area that’s on the screen and super-
tic views of the Grand Canyon and Mount Everest.) impose the data on the landscape.
Mashup
2
An annotated Google Maps satel-
lite view can be embedded in any Web
page. A developer just has to get a cer-
tain small piece of JavaScript and enter
the coördinates of the location to be
displayed, along with any annotations.
When a browser visits the page, it down-
loads this information. The JavaScript
directs the browser to contact Google’s
server, send the coördinates, and
download sections of the map.
3 Aerial Photography
Many areas of high interest, like Bos-
ton and San Francisco, are also pho- 3
tographed by aircraft; clearly visible in
the resulting photos are car sunroofs,
lampposts, and even people. As it does
during satellite photography, GPS
provides absolute-position informa-
tion; aerial photographs may be further
aligned using landmarks. Some towns,
such as Bergen, Norway, have taken
4 Digital Pyramids
Google stores data from DigitalGlobe
their own photographs and given them
and other sources in a massive geo-
to Google so that vacationers and real-
graphical database arranged by lati-
estate investors can get a better view.
tude and longitude. Multiple images of
each part of the world are then gener-
ated, at varying resolutions, and these
images are arranged into “pyramids” of
4 data. Google’s servers can thus send an
image of a particular location, at a par-
ticular magnification, to a Google Maps or
Google Earth user, with very little delay.
B RYAN C H R I STI E
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illiam Hurlbut, a physician to promote advances in science and interesting and may solve the issue
and ethicist, is best known as medicine. And as I sat there and lis- of how to procure embryonic-type
a member of the President’s tened to this debate, I thought, “Isn’t stem cells. But altered nuclear trans-
Council on Bioethics. Though he has there an answer to this? Isn’t there fer takes things back to the very
spoken out against the destruction of some third option, some way that beginning, to the single-cell stage.
embryos for research purposes, he is both of these goals can be achieved?” So ANT would give us the ethi-
nonetheless a supporter of embryonic- I thought of dermoid cysts, benign cal framework and technological
stem-cell research. He avoids what ovarian tumors that produce all the tools for probing early develop-
would otherwise be a terminal para- cell types, tissues, and partial organs ment, without the creation and
dox through a proposal that he calls of the human body. Clearly some- destruction of human embryos.
“altered nuclear transfer,” or ANT. His thing like embryonic stem cells is Are there circumstances that
goal: to create embryonic stem cells being produced in those tumors. And you could imagine under which
without destroying human embryos. I thought to myself, “If nature can do you might condone embryonic-
One of the most promising meth- this, we can do it. There must be sim- stem-cell research?
ods for creating embryonic stem ple technological alterations we could I’m in no sense an opponent
cells is cloning: the nucleus of an egg use in concert with nuclear transfer of research with embryonic stem
cell is replaced by the nucleus of an such that we produced embryonic- cells as such. I have moral con-
adult cell, a process called somatic- type, pluripotent stem cells, but cerns about how the stem cells
cell nuclear transfer. The egg is then without producing the unitary organ- are obtained, not about the use of
induced to divide, and the stem cells ism that is a human embryo.” the cells themselves. I’m not in
harvested from the resulting embryo Does ANT produce truly pluri- favor of the destruction of human
are pluripotent, meaning they can potent stem cells? embryos for research purposes.
form any sort of tissue in the body. [MIT’s] Rudy Jaenisch got pluri- What are the ethical and moral
But harvesting the stem cells destroys potent cells. He injected some of issues we face in neuroscience?
the embryo. By contrast, ANT (which the cells into living mice, and they One of the most fundamental
has been shown to work in mice, if formed tumors with all the tissue questions is how you correlate the
not humans) switches off vital genes— types in them. So yes, it works. The neurological development during
through alteration of the somatic-cell next step with altered nuclear transfer embryogenesis with moral stand-
nucleus, the cytoplasm of the egg, or is to study it in primates. If it works ing. Some people argue that until you
both—before the transfer takes place. in primates, specifically in rhesus have a conscious being, or maybe a
Hurlbut says the resulting cell mass macaques, then we can proceed with self-conscious being, you don’t have
could not become an embryo but pretty good confidence, but also cau- moral value. We don’t know exactly
could produce pluripotent stem cells. tion, in working with human cells. what consciousness is, but most neuro-
Hurlbut recently spoke with How does mutating an embryo physiologists don’t think there’s con-
Michael Fitzgerald about ANT. so it is no longer a viable embryo sciousness present before 18 or 20
really solve the problem? weeks at the earliest. If that’s your
TR: What compelled you to come That is exactly the wrong way to criterion, you could probably jus-
up with altered nuclear transfer? frame the description of what’s being tify the instrumental use of human
Hurlbut: When the President’s done. The idea that we’re mutat- embryos up to maybe 20 weeks. So
Council met [to debate the ethics of ing an embryo is an inaccurate and without a strong moral principle,
stem-cell research, in 2002], it was misleading representation of what you may very well see the argu-
clear that both sides of this debate are we’re doing. The key to the proj- ment over stem-cell research move
promoting important positive goods: ect is that no embryo is ever created. from 14 days to later stages. So at
that on the one hand you have peo- It’s not a deficiency in an embryo least at the federal-funding level, we
AN D R EW NAGATA
ple trying to defend human dignity but an insufficiency in the start- should preserve the principle of the
from its earliest stages, and on the ing component, such that it cannot defense of human life from its earli-
other hand you have people trying rise to the level of a living being. est origins in the one-cell stage.
FI NANCE mechanism for spreading the risk of real life, so I built a prototype called
On Quants financial disaster, but recently, invest- Friendster. I decided that one of its
ment companies have introduced central features would be a friend con-
Daniel W. Stroock argues against
blaming them for market turmoil. much more sophisticated mecha- firmation process. When you wanted
nisms. They make the risk palatable to add someone as your friend, an
by embedding it in attractive-looking e-mail notification was sent with
ironically, as the tech elite have begun Or are they ticking bombs, soon to a threshold leading to much greater
to deride MySpace’s seizure-inducing unleash floods on the world’s coasts? shrinkage or loss over centuries.
page designs and promiscuous friend The uncomfortable fact is that while Ice sheets spread like pancake
seekers, Facebook’s clean user inter- the ice is looking less and less friendly batter, on a greased griddle in some
face and focus on real friends faces an (see “Measuring the Polar Meltdown,” places but on a bumpy waffle iron in
onslaught of new users and pointless p. 54), we’re really not sure. The others, with islands blocking float-
applications where tattooed zombies United States has joined almost 200 ing ice shelves that restrain the ice
buy drinks for your top friends. other countries in seeking “stabili- behind them. Warming’s most imme-
However this all plays out, it’s zation of greenhouse gas concentra- diate impact may be to cause melting
clear that these sites are not going tions in the atmosphere at a level that beneath those ice shelves, but in some
to go away. In 2004, VCs bemoaned would prevent dangerous anthropo- places we don’t know the water depth
any further investment in social- genic interference with the climate well enough to build models. Despite
networking companies, and pundits system” under Article Two of the heroic efforts, the waffle-iron and
argued that social-networking sites U.N. Framework Convention on Cli- greased-griddle characteristics of the
would not endure as stand-alone mate Change. Exactly what consti- substrate are only partially mapped.
destinations. Today, they are some tutes “dangerous interference” can The ability of surface meltwater to
of the biggest sites on the Web, and be debated, but substantial ice-sheet penetrate the ice and enhance lubri-
we have an entire industry of wid- shrinkage causing meters of sea-level cation is poorly understood. Recent
get and tool providers building rise is a strong candidate. changes were observed by satellites
on top of the social- In 2001, the U.N. and other platforms, some of which
networking ecosys- Intergovernmental Panel may be lost to inadequate funding.
tem. There are niche on Climate Change And in global-climate models, the
social-networking (IPCC) described the ice sheets remain inert white lumps,
sites for moms, dogs, great difficulties in pre- uncoupled from their surroundings.
pagans, and bodybuild- dicting ice-sheet changes Small, mostly academic groups are
ers. Ten years ago I but projected slight net working on ice-flow models, but the
moved to Silicon Val- growth over the next cen- big, primarily government-run cen-
ley to work at Netscape. tury. By 2007, ice-flow ters that guide policy makers do not
Today, Netscape cofounder Marc instabilities had occurred in Green- have the funding
Andreessen has a startup called Ning, land and Antarctica, apparently from for ice-sheet mod-
which helps people—what else—cre- warming, and the ice sheets were eling that they do
ate their own social-networking sites. contributing slightly to sea-level rise. for atmospheric,
So what advice do I have for deal- The IPCC noted that whole-ice-sheet ocean, and land-
ing with the friend spam and keep- models had not anticipated and could surface model-
ing on top of all these new services? not reproduce the changes, and so ing. Having played
Every once in a while, turn off your could not adequately project future a small role in
computer and go hang out with your changes. Although our understand- the 2007 IPCC, I
friends. ing of most factors affecting sea-level believe that the
Entrepreneur Jonathan Abrams is founder and rise had improved, 2007 projec- assessment of the ice sheets was done
CEO of the events-sharing service Socializr. tions by the IPCC excluded “future well and that lack of a “best estimate
rapid dynamical changes in ice flow” or upper bound for sea level rise”
C L I M AT E C H A N G E because “understanding … is too lim- reflects the science. But policy makers
Sea-Level Riddle ited to provide a best estimate or an seeking economically and ecologically
Determining how fast ice sheets are upper bound for sea level rise.” wise ways to avoid dangerous anthro-
melting is critical to future policy Work is under way to improve and pogenic climate interference surely
decisions, says Richard Alley. test the existing ice-sheet models. I deserve additional guidance. That
know of no plausible scenarios under will not come soon without addi-
which an ice sheet would be lost over tional focus on the ice sheets.
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n Wednesday, August 8, not long after the mar- The panel was moderated by Leslie Rahl, an MIT grad-
kets closed, 200 of the smartest people on Wall uate and the founder of Capital Market Risk Advisors. Her
Street gathered in a conference room at Four job is to advise companies on risk and help them under-
World Financial Center, the 34-story headquar- stand the products quants invent. But understanding was in
ters of Merrill Lynch. August is usually a slow month, but the short supply in August. Some of the quants’ financial prod-
rows of chairs were full, and highly paid financial engineers ucts had collapsed in price, with unexpected consequences
were standing by the windows at the back, which looked out in another financial sector: the trading of equities.
over black Town Cars below and the Hudson River beyond. The stock market had plunged in July and had been
They didn’t look like Masters of the Universe; they looked behaving erratically since. In the weeks after the conference,
like members of a chess club. They were “quants,” and they an organizing narrative of sorts would develop. But at the
had a lot to talk about, for their work was at the heart of one time, the economic view was dizzying. The market would
of the most worrisome summer markets in decades. drop precipitously over the course of a day, then rebound
The conference was sponsored by the International Asso- nearly to its previous level in the last 45 minutes of trading.
ciation of Financial Engineers (IAFE), and its title asked, “Is Stranger still, stocks with strong financial reports and a
Subprime the Canary in the Mine?” “Subprime” borrowers good outlook were falling; these were the blue chips, which
are home buyers whose poor credit history means they don’t normally rose in uncertain times. Stocks with weak finan-
qualify for market interest rates. Loans to subprime borrow- cials and a gray future were rising. These were normally
ers, which have become more common in recent years, typi- the dogs that got dumped.
cally have variable interest rates; as those rates rose, many No one quite knew why, yet, but the market’s odd behav-
borrowers were failing to meet their mortgage payments. ior would turn out to be closely linked to the work of the
Their defaults, in turn, had triggered unexpected problems in quants. In addition to creating arcane financial products,
the market for financial instruments known as derivatives. quants have been pushing the frontiers of computer-driven
A derivative is a tradable product whose value is based trading systems, and not enough of those systems were
on, or “derived” from, an underlying security. The classic working the way they were supposed to—or, to put it more
example of a derivative is the option to buy a stock at some precisely, the way they were supposed to work turned out
time in the future. In comparison, more recent derivatives to be counterproductive in volatile times like these.
are extraordinarily complex, and they had been invented by Quants like the ones at the August conference were knee
quants like the ones at the Merrill Lynch headquarters. deep in the troubles threatening the global financial system.
Things had started to go wrong in June, when the weak- It all raised two very good questions: Who exactly are the
ness in the subprime market had led to the collapse of two quants? And what do they really do?
huge funds at the investment bank Bear Stearns, costing inves-
tors some $1.6 billion. When the quants gathered in August, “Quant” is an elastic word that has meant different things
the most pessimistic among them imagined that the collapse at different times. Historically, the term referred to back-
of the subprime market could lead to a shortage of credit room technicians who used quantitative analysis to sup-
as banks dealt with defaults. That would chill the economy, port the bankers who sold financial instruments. It came
causing worldwide job losses, still more defaults, decreased into wider use in the 1980s, when academics—pure mathe-
spending, and withdrawals from the stock market, culminat- maticians and physicists, mostly—began to appear in the
ing in a global recession, or worse. financial world in larger numbers. Classic geeks, the new-
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hough derivatives were simpler once, they were never mer experimental astrophysicist who left the academy for the
very simple. The breakthrough in the valuation of world of finance in 1993, is one of what he calls “a plethora
derivatives in general, and options in particular, was of PhDs” at RiskMetrics, a firm that provides models, tools,
the model and formula know as Black-Scholes, first pro- and data to the majority of important banks, brokerages, and
posed by Fischer Black and Myron Scholes in the 1970s and hedge funds. (Among other things, the company tries to pre-
formalized by Robert Merton in 1973. (Merton, like so many dict how a derivative will behave in a variety of market con-
of the best quants, came not out of Wall Street but out of aca- ditions—how it might respond, for instance, to weakening
demia, earning a PhD in economics from MIT in 1970.) exchange rates or increased interest rates.) When Berman
In quantitative finance, the formal expression of Black- started in the business, he says, “full-blown simulations [of
Scholes by Robert Merton is so important that everything the Monte Carlo type] were rare.” Now that computers can
that followed has been called a “footnote.” The Black-Scholes be so easily linked, however, Berman might put as many as
model assumes that a stock’s price changes partly for pre- 1,000 processors to work at once to run “simulations within
dictable reasons and partly because of random events; the simulations,” which might measure risk on a product like
random element is called the stock’s “volatility.” The idea a mortgage-backed security.
can be represented mathematically by a simple equation: The net result of this improved ability to assign values to
increasingly complex derivatives was an explosion in their
dSt =μSt dt+σSt dWt variety. That meant there was a derivative to suit every
investor’s appetite for risk. In consequence, investors were
St is the value of the stock, and dSt is the change in stock increasingly willing to put more money into derivatives.
price. The symbol μStdt represents the stock’s predictable Recently, one of the most popular of these new instru-
change and σStdWt its volatility. That final, kabbalistic ments has been collateralized debt obligations, or CDOs.
combination of letters, dWt, is the mathematical expres- Crucially for our story, CDOs are also the product most
sion for randomness, known as either Brownian motion closely associated with the summer’s subprime mess. The
or the Wiener process. (Chemically, Brownian motion is CDO has been called a “derivative of a derivative,” and to
the random movement of particles in solution, identified further confuse things, there are CDOs of CDOs, and even
by the botanist Robert Brown in 1828 and mathematically CDOs of CDOs of CDOs. A CDO combines both high- and
described by the great MIT mathematician Norbert Wiener. low-risk securities that might derive their cash flow from
Black-Scholes shares some qualities with heat and diffusion mortgages, car loans, or more esoteric sources like movie
equations, which describe everyday events like the flow of revenues or airplane leases. Investors in a CDO can buy
heat and the dispersion of populations. That some physical the rights to different levels of income and associated risk,
processes seem relevant to finance has inspired all kinds of called “tranches.” Generally, the most risky tranche of a
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he quants who devise such derivatives work more or trading while the Japanese are at lunch, or in the moments
less in public view. They’re obscured mainly by the before an important announcement. There is a massive
complexity of their work. But our knowledge of the amount of such data to crunch. Olsen Financial Technolo-
quants who design trading strategies is additionally occluded gies, a Zürich-based firm that offers data for sale, says it
by the secrecy of the big fund operators like Renaissance collects as many as a million price updates per day.
Technologies. I did manage to speak with some current trad- One trader I spoke with at a $10 billion hedge fund
ers, who gave me a general idea of their approach, and with based in New York said that his computer executed 1,000
some ex-traders, who were slightly more specific. to 1,500 trades daily (although he noted that they were not
One common method that quants use to identify market what he called “intra-day” trades). His inch-thick employ-
opportunities is pairs trading. Pairs trading involves trying ment contract precluded my using his name, but he did talk
to find securities that rise in tandem, or that tend to go in a little bit about his approach. “Our system has a touch of
opposite directions. If that relationship falters—if, say, the val- genetic theory and a touch of physics,” he said. By genetic
ues of two stocks that travel together suddenly diverge—it’s theory, he meant that his computer generates algorithms
likely to indicate that one stock is undervalued or overvalued. randomly, in the same way that genes randomly mutate.
Which stock is which is irrelevant: a trader who simultane- He then tests the algorithms against historical data to see
ously bets that one will go up and the other one down will if they work. He loves the challenge of cracking the behav-
probably make money. It’s a strategy that lends itself to the ior of something as complex as a market; as he put it, “It’s
use of computers, which can sort through huge numbers of like I’m trying to compute the universe.” Like most quants,
price correlations over many years of stored data—although the trader professed disdain for the “sixth sense” of the tra-
the final decision to speculate on the relative pricing of paired ditional trader, as well as for old-fashioned analysts who
stocks generally rests with a fund’s managers. spent time interviewing executives and evaluating a com-
Quants have also been pursuing a strategy known as “capi- pany’s “story.”
tal structure arbitrage,” which seeks to exploit inefficient High-frequency trading is likely to become more com-
pricing of a company’s bonds versus its stocks. Again, com- mon as the New York Stock Exchange gets closer and closer
puters do the searching, looking for instances where, for one to a fully automated system. Already, 1,500 trades a day is
reason or another, the securities are slightly misaligned. conservative; the computers of some high-frequency traders
In a similar technique, Max Kogler, a principal at the execute hundreds of thousands of trades every day.
newly launched MM Capital in New York, uses computers Linked with high-frequency trading is the developing
to look for inconsistencies in value between the option on science of event processing, in which the computer reads,
an index fund and the options on the stocks that compose interprets, and acts upon the news. A trade in response
that index. Kogler has a master’s from the University of to an FDA announcement, for example, could be made in
Cambridge in pure mathematics with a focus on statistics. milliseconds. Capitalizing on this trend, Reuters recently
He says his algorithms look for “baskets of options that are introduced a service called Reuters NewsScope Archive,
not doing what they’re supposed to be doing.” When his which tags Reuters-issued articles with digital IDs so that
computers find such a basket, he and his partners discuss an article can be downloaded, analyzed for useful informa-
whether or not to buy. tion, and acted upon almost instantly.
Kogler runs his algorithms on “one Linux box.” “Part of All this works great, until it doesn’t. “Everything falls
the allure of our algorithm,” he said in an e-mail, “is that it apart when you’re dealing with an outlier event,” says the
cuts down computational requirements dramatically. None- trader at the $10 billion fund, using a statistician’s term
theless, you’ll want to have a speedy machine with pretty for those events that exist at the farthest reaches of proba-
decent clock speed and a couple of parallel CPUs.” bility. “It’s easy to misjudge your results when you’re suc-
In what’s called nondiscretionary trading, computers cessful. Those one-in-a-hundred events can easily happen
both find the inefficiencies and execute the trades. The twice a year.”
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he events of August were outliers, and they were of the pockets the difference in price when he returns the stock
quants’ own making. (Some dispute that verdict: see to the broker. But if the stock unexpectedly increases in
“On Quants,” p. 24.) To begin with, quants were indi- value, even for a little while, the investor must either place
rectly responsible for the boom in housing loans offered to additional collateral in the margin account to cover the
shaky candidates. difference or buy back the shorted stock and return it to
Derivatives allow banks to trade their mortgages like the broker.
bubble-gum cards, and the separation of the holder of a loan CDOs had functioned as the collateral on the quants’
from the writer of a loan tended to create an overgenerous short positions. When the subprime crunch squeezed the
breed of loan officer. The banks, in turn, were attracted financial markets, the value of those CDOs declined, forc-
by the enormous market for derivatives like CDOs. That ing quants to increase the collateral in margin accounts,
market was fueled by hedge funds’ appetite for products buy back the shorted stocks, or both. But in either case,
that were a little riskier and would thus produce a higher in order to supplement their shrinking collateral, quant
return. And the quants who specialized in risk assessment funds were forced to sell strong blue-chip stocks, whose
abetted the decision to buy CDOs, because they assumed prices consequently fell. At the same time, as quants
that the credit market would enjoy nine or so years of rela- bought back shorted stocks, the prices of those stocks
tively benign volatility. increased, demanding the posting of yet more collat-
It was a perfectly rational assumption; it just happened eral to margin accounts at the very time that the value of
to be wrong. Matthew Rothman, a senior analyst in quan- CDOs was suffering. That the quants were, apparently,
titative strategies at Lehman Brothers, called the summer long on the same strong stocks and short on the same
a time of “significant abnormal performance”; according weak stocks was a result of a number of strategies, pairs
to his calculations, it was the strangest in 45 years. James trading among them.
Simons’s Renaissance Technologies fund slid 8.7 percent Another related explanation for the August downturn
in the first week of August, and in a letter to his investors, was that the quants’ models simply ceased to reflect reality
he called it a “most unusual period.” As Andrew Lo put it, as market conditions abruptly changed. After all, a trad-
“Unfortunately, life has gotten very interesting.” The Wall ing algorithm is only as good as its model. Unfortunately
Street Journal called it an “August ambush.” for quants, the life span of an algorithm is getting shorter.
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or Richard Bookstaber, a quant who has managed Human behavior, as manifested in the financial markets,
hedge funds and risk for companies like Salomon simply resists quantification, at least for now.
Brothers and Morgan Stanley, the August downturn Emanuel Derman remembers dreaming of such a uni-
proved that concerns he’d long harbored were well founded. fied financial theory in the early 1990s, a little after he had
Bookstaber was on the panel sponsored by the IAFE; in fact, made the leap from the university to the Street. But those
he is everywhere these days. His book A Demon of Our Own dreams, he says, are dead. Quantitative finance “superfi-
Design, which appeared in April, was eight years in the mak- cially resembles physics,” he says, “but the efficacy is very
ing, and it made some very prescient predictions. different. In physics, you can do things to 10 significant
Bookstaber is a quiet, thoughtful man, with sharp brown figures and get the right answer. In finance, you’re lucky if
eyes and an attentive look. He studied with Merton in the you can tell up from down.”
1970s at MIT, where he got his doctorate in economics. So up was down and down was up this summer, and Book-
Today, he is very worried about the tools and the meth- staber and others hope it is a warning that will be heeded,
ods of the quants. In particular, he frets about complexity rather than the beginning of a major systemic crisis.
and what he calls “tight coupling,” an engineer’s term for And was subprime the canary in the mine? It was a ques-
systems in which small errors tion the panelists and the audience who
can compound quickly, as
they do in nuclear plants. The
The more quants learn, showed up at Four World Financial Center
last August are only beginning to answer.
quants’ tools, he feels, have the farther away a Leslie Rahl, for instance, cautiously told
became so complicated that unified theory of me in a follow-up e-mail that it is “look-
they have escaped their cre- ing more and more like the answer is yes.”
ators. “We have gotten to the finance seems. Human Many signs have suggested so, from job
point where even profession- behavior, as manifested losses to a continuing credit drought to a
als may not understand the weakening dollar, but that history has not
instruments,” he says. This,
in the financial markets, yet been written.
to Bookstaber, was perfectly simply resists quantifi- As a prelude to the panel discussion,
demonstrated this summer,
when the subprime trou-
cation, at least for now. Rahl asked the audience to predict
whether credit spreads would shrink or
bles touched off a reaction- widen in the coming months. She was
ary wave of selling in equities that would nominally seem talking about the difference between the price of a treasury
unrelated, or, as Wall Street puts it, “uncorrelated.” bond and the price of a riskier corporate bond, a standard
“Nobody knew that what happened in the subprime mar- Wall Street gauge for the health of the economy. A widen-
ket could affect what was going on in the quant equity ing credit spread is generally seen as a sign of uncertainty,
funds,” he says. “There’s too much complexity, too much and a narrow spread as a sign of optimism.
derivative innovation. These are the brightest people in the “How many think spreads will widen?” she asked.
business. If it could happen to them, it could happen to any- The hands of about half the smartest people on Wall
one. No one could have predicted the linkage.” Street shot up.
Linkage is one of Bookstaber’s favorite topics. He “And how many think they’ll narrow?”
believes that quants’ instruments have “linked markets The other half—equally smart—raised their hands.
together that wouldn’t normally be linked,” and that such “Well,” she said. “That’s what makes a market.”
linkages are dangerous because they are unforeseen. If they didn’t know, nobody could.
Berman and others I spoke to agreed with many of Bryant Urstadt is a freelance writer based in New York. His work has
Bookstaber’s concerns. “The products are getting an order appeared in Harper’s and Rolling Stone.
http://mitsloan.mit.edu/tr
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What Is He Doing?
Evan Williams got rich when he sold Blogger to Google.
Then he started Twitter. In both cases, he extracted a
simple, obvious tool from a more complex, struggling
technology. Is this guy lucky?
By Kate Greene
Photographs by Toby Burditt
W
hen he was 16, Evan Williams loved read-
ing business books. The first one he read was
about real estate, and at the time, he lived
in Clarks, a town in central Nebraska that tion “What are you doing?” Users can post their updates
today has a population of 379 and a median home value of by text-messaging from cell phones, by logging on to the
$34,900. Williams wasn’t particularly interested in invest- Twitter website, or by using desktop software such as instant-
ing in property in Clarks or anywhere else, but he reveled messaging tools. Messages (also known as twitters, twits,
in the fact that it was so easy to learn about building busi- and tweets) can be private, sent only to friends or groups
nesses and making money. “I realized I could go buy books of friends, or they can appear on Twitter’s home page for
and learn something that people had spent years learning all to see. Twitter has been so successful that last April,
about,” he recalls. “I was very intrigued with the idea that Williams spun it out into its own company.
there’s all this stuff out there to know that you could use to Twitter’s headquarters is in South Park, a tiny San
your advantage. It was written down in these books, and Francisco neighborhood south of Market Street that attracts
no one around me was using it.” a mixed crowd. During the week, hipsters sip coffee in cafés
Today, Williams is half a continent away from Clarks, in on South Park Street, a one-way path that bounds the oval
San Francisco; no longer just reading about business, he’s park; homeless men guard shopping carts near the park’s
the founder of Obvious, the Web-product development com- entrance; and entrepreneurs and computer programmers
pany that owns the popular microblogging service Twitter. At gather inside offices that line the green, trying to build the
35, without a college degree, he has become a bootstrapping, next big thing.
improvisational businessman whose decisions are influenced I visited Twitter’s loftlike office to meet Williams on a
by what he describes as “hallucinogenic optimism.” warm July afternoon. He has a spare frame and a handsome
Williams became mildly famous in Silicon Valley dur- face that retains a youthful softness, and he was wearing his
ing the first dot-com boom, after he cofounded Blogger in standard outfit of plain white T-shirt and jeans. The simplic-
1999. Blogger made it very easy for people to publish their ity that made Blogger so attractive to Google, he told me, is
thoughts on the Web in personal weblogs, as blogs were similarly driving Twitter’s growth. Williams matter-of-factly
known at the time. In 2003, Google acquired Blogger for a described how the companies came about (both serendipi-
sum the entrepreneur declines to disclose (although he says tously) and explained what he sees as their appeal: they fill
it was less than the $50 million that Valleywag, a Silicon people’s need to stay connected with one another.
Valley gossip blog, has reported). It was, in any case, a sig- By the largely noncommercial standards of social-
nificant amount: Williams worked at the Googleplex in networking startups, Twitter is a success. (Whether the com-
Mountain View for a little more than a year before he left pany can become a profitable business is another matter, one
with the cash to conjure more winning ideas. much debated among those who follow the social-networking
At first, he struggled to find something that would fully industry.) Twitter took off in March, around the time it won
engage his energies. But Twitter seems to be it. The idea a Web Award for best blog at the South by Southwest Inter-
behind the service is simple: people compose 140-character active Festival in Austin, TX. Since then, the number of reg-
updates about themselves, ostensibly answering the ques- istered Twitter users worldwide has been steadily rising.
A
broadcast more widely, and require no immediate response. t first, Williams doesn’t seem the type to dedicate him-
“It’s a no-brainer,” Williams says. “People like other people. self to changing human communications. He fits a cer-
So hearing from them, and being able to express yourself tain Midwestern stereotype: he’s a thoughtful man of
to people you care about in a really simple way, is fun, and relatively few words. But the trajectory of his life defies that
it can be addictive.” stereotype; growing up in Clarks left him dissatisfied. “Not
Williams himself can seem addicted to continuous self- to bad-mouth it,” he says. “It’s just not like people are striv-
exposure. One night last August, he twittered, “Having ing to be their best. Doing something that’s different doesn’t
homemade Japanese dinner on the patio on an unusually occur to people. Looking around me, I think I did not want
moderate SF evening. Lovely.” He’s not alone in his addic- to be like most of the people I saw. I was always looking for
tion. That same night, a Twitter user named Itiswell posted, a way out, to be different, to be exceptional.”
“I am having problems with the computer with missing soft- Williams enrolled at the University of Nebraska right
ware components.” And I wrote, “Sense of accomplishment: after high school but dropped out after a little more than a
never has my bathtub been this clean.” year. He was in Lincoln in 1994, just as the Web was becom-
Some experts, including Elizabeth Lawley, director of ing a mass phenomenon. Guessing that the Internet would
the social-computing lab at the Rochester Institute of Tech- be important, he decided to build a product around it: a
nology, see such posting as a completely new form of com- video that explained the ins and outs of using a command
munication. “Because it focuses on the minutiae, it’s almost line to connect computers across the network.
as if you’re seeing a pixel of someone’s life,” Lawley says. The video made a profit, and Williams started a full-
“When you see all of those little pieces together, it gives a fledged Internet company, with a variety of ideas for busi-
much richer portrait. With other forms of communication, nesses and products. (“It was when the Internet was new
we don’t tend to share those everyday things, but the ques- enough that you could just say you were an ‘Internet company’
tion ‘What are you doing?’ is exactly the thing that we ask and didn’t have to be more specific,” he says.) The company
people we care about. Otherwise we only get the big events, failed spectacularly. “It was sort of a train wreck in terms of
the things that are worth sending an e-mail about.” management,” he admits. “I had lots of ideas for things that
To others, of course, twitters seem banal, narcissistic, were potentially interesting products, but I had no idea what
and excruciatingly dull. Detractors believe, too, that the I was doing, either in terms of managing a company or on the
company is doomed because it lacks a clear path to profit- technology side. If we could have written software, we would
ability. A comment on the popular blog TechCrunch com- have been in a better position. We tried to hire people who
bines both sentiments: “Twitter is a worthless app for the could write software, but I couldn’t manage them, and they
most self-absorbed among us. There is no money involved didn’t know much about what they were doing.” After a year
and it will be extremely hard to insert any sort of advertis- or so, Williams fired his employees and shut the company
ing. A pay model won’t fly either because the mobile net- down. In 1996, he moved to Northern California.
works will just launch an application themselves if Twitter The late 1990s were heady for entrepreneurs in San
tries that path. Furthermore, most blogs are really bor- Francisco, who worked long hours, racing to build the web-
All this stuff that we built was kind of irrelevant once Apple But by March, she was twittering on a regular basis. Now
launched their product.” she tends to twitter mainly when she’s traveling, when some-
The problem wasn’t just Apple’s beating Odeo to mar- thing unusual is happening, or when a lot is going on in her
ket, he adds. Odeo’s product demanded a more traditional life. “It’s easier to update people that way rather than figur-
approach to the media business, one that relied on distri- ing out who to send e-mails to,” she says.
bution and media deals as opposed to viral growth, and Lawley represents only one type of Twitter user. Some
that wasn’t the type of business model that appealed to people are hypergraphic, posting incessantly. Others rarely
Williams and the company’s engineers. “We just weren’t a post but follow the updates of people they don’t know. A few
company that was going to excel in those things,” Williams writers are experimenting to see how storytelling changes
says. Realizing this, he went to the board in October 2006 when it’s produced in 140-character increments, while oth-
and bought the company with his Google money. Among ers are creating charming haikus. People are also using
Odeo’s assets was an early version of Twitter—at the time, Twitter to send clues for scavenger hunts and other games.
merely a side project. And individuals aren’t the only users. In fact, the service
has proved useful for advertisers, news outlets, and even
L
iz Lawley of the Rochester Institute of Technology was fire departments.
initially skeptical of Twitter when she started using it These uses aren’t surprising to Jack Dorsey, the Odeo
in February. “My first reaction was that I don’t need engineer who proposed Twitter to Williams in 2006. Dorsey,
another place to post things, yet another user name and now Twitter’s CEO, had always been fascinated with real-
password to remember,” she says. “I have four blogs, and it time communications and dispatching systems—the kind that
didn’t seem to me that I needed to do anything different.” send taxis around cities and ensure that ambulances quickly
arrive at the right place. “Back in February of 2006, we were jargon of communications, “device agnostic.” After a twit-
having a bunch of conversations about how to change Odeo terer composes a 140-character update and clicks a button
into something that we loved,” he recalls. “We wanted some- on a Web page, in an instant-messaging program, or on a
thing a little bit different. Texting was getting big, and in a cell phone, the tweet is almost instantaneously routed to the
meeting I brought up the idea of Twitter. It was the simplest people who have elected to receive it. They in turn will read
thing we could do: send what you’re doing to your friends, the message on the Web, with an instant-messaging pro-
and that was it. Everyone started thinking about that, and a gram, or on a cell phone, according to their preferences.
week later Evan gave me the go-ahead to build a prototype.” Crucial to Twitter’s popularity was the release in Septem-
Just like Blogger, Twitter was a simple communications ber 2006 of its application programming interface, or API,
product salvaged from the impending implosion of a more which allows outside programmers to build applications that
complex project. In both cases, Williams didn’t really know plug into the company’s information infrastructure. Once
what he was doing. With both ventures, his genius—if that is the API was available, geeks everywhere started to create
the word—derived from what the English poet John Keats, innovative Twitter tools. “A ton of our usage is through our
in a letter to his brothers, called “negative capability”: “that API,” says Williams. And the API is relatively simple: “It’s
is when man is capable of being in uncertainties, Mysteries, not the most powerful development framework, but it’s
doubts without any irritable reaching after fact & reason.” encouraged a ton of people to play with it. This means that
With the help of another engineer, Dorsey built the basics a ton of interfaces and tools were built and plugged into
of Twitter in about two weeks, using a popular Web pro- Twitter because of that simplicity.”
gramming framework called Ruby on Rails. At Twitter’s core Among the tools that third-party developers have built
is a simple messaging distribution machine that is, in the are desktop interfaces. An example is Twitterrific, a down-
W
hen I last saw Williams, he had just returned from as a kind of incubator for products that solve obvious prob-
his honeymoon, a safari in Kenya. (In Africa, pre- lems. Obvious (which upon its founding in October 2006
dictably, he twittered using his cell phone: “Tour- absorbed Odeo) wasn’t created with a product or even a tech-
ing Nairobi.” “Having drinks after a day of game drives nology in mind; it was conceived as a company where ideas
and relaxing.” “Watching lions. Shhh.”) Over breakfast at are fueled until they either catch fire or simply fade away. But
a restaurant in San Francisco’s Mission District, he told as of our meeting, Williams was the only employee, and it’s
me that he’s taking a few steps back from Twitter: he’ll clear that he doesn’t know how Obvious will operate.
sit on the company’s board but leave coding to the engi- Williams has some technological problems he’d like to
neers and the day-to-day management to Dorsey. Before explore, including his old preoccupation at Pyra: the ques-
his wedding, Williams explained, he had spent a lot of time tion of how companies can communicate more effectively,
writing code for features and slogging through the daily both internally and with other companies. He has at least
maintenance of the service. Now he feels the company is one person in mind to do some coding, too. Still, he seems
in capable hands without him. uncertain how any solution could be turned into a product,
So do his venture capitalists, it turns out. Williams let alone a viable business.
“seems a little more thoughtful and willing to live with In fact, he tells me, he doesn’t have any solid plans. At
ambiguity more than most of the entrepreneurs I know,” the end of 2007, Williams finds himself in the same state
says Fred Wilson. “That’s a big positive, but it could be a that he has so often been in before: uncertain, without any
big negative, too. It’s a positive because startups need to irritable reaching after fact and reason.
have ambiguity around for a while, but a lot of the time Kate Greene is Technology Review’s information technology and
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Measuring the
Polar Meltdown
At a remote outpost in northern
Greenland, an international team of
scientists is attempting to resolve the
critical mystery of global warming:
how quickly will sea levels rise?
By David Talbot
are busy installing GPS stations on the ice sheets and the
bedrock surrounding the coasts to more accurately calcu-
A Mystery
The Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC),
the international panel of scientists that weighs in every five
years or so on the state of the climate, predicted earlier this
year that seas would rise between 18 and 59 centimeters
this century. While the higher figure is quite worrisome in
low-lying coastal areas, the numbers are still small enough—
and the prospect far enough in the future—to seem man-
ageable for most of the world. But the IPCC, in explaining
its numbers, added that it could provide neither a “best
estimate” nor an “upper bound” for how much higher sea
levels might rise if the ice sheets disintegrate. (See “Sea-
Level Riddle,” p. 25.)
DR I LL SE RG EANT: Jørgen P. Steffensen (top left), a glaciologist
Indeed, the IPCC’s sea-level estimates are based on at the University of Copenhagen, is co-leader of a quest to find and
math that takes into account only a few well-understood study ancient ice from a period when sea levels surged. Claude
processes. One is the expansion of seawater as it warms. Laird of the University of Kansas (bottom left) stands with Lars Berg
Another is the melting of mountain glaciers in temperate Larsen of the University of Copenhagen near a pole marking a new
ice-coring site in northern Greenland. Signs of melting are obvious
zones—places like the Alps, Andes, and Himalayas. Third on the edge of Greenland’s giant ice sheet (right).
is the melting of the ice sheets’ surfaces and the glaciers’
seaward migration under the pull of gravity, though this easier for its glaciers to slide. As the glaciers reach lower
may be partly balanced by increased snowfall that occurs (and therefore warmer) elevations, the melting and sliding
because warmer air holds more moisture. The problem will further accelerate.
is that other processes may actually prove far more conse- And that’s exactly what appears to be happening. Recent
quential. Warmer and higher oceans undermine the gla- observations have shown that the movement of major glaciers
ciers that flank Greenland and Antarctica, yanking them in both Greenland and the West Antarctic Ice Sheet is in fact
away from their seabed moorings. With those bulwarks accelerating. To pick just two examples, by 2005 a vast glacier
weakened, inland glaciers slide much faster toward the sea. in Greenland, the Jakobshavn, was slipping seaward twice
DAVI D TALB OT
In a complementary process, water gushes down through as fast as it had in 1996, and another, the Kangerdlugssuaq,
fractures and holes in the Greenland ice sheet, making it was slipping three times as fast as it had in 2000. “The cur-
2,500
Steve Fever
Countless tiny machines hijack the living, borrowing their hands,
eyes, and ears, as the machines strive to resurrect just one man.
By Greg Egan
Illustrations by Justin Wood
A few weeks after his 14th birthday, with the soybean harvest fast approach-
ing, Lincoln began having vivid dreams of leaving the farm and heading for
the city. Night after night, he pictured himself gathering supplies, trudging
down to the highway, and hitching his way to Atlanta. ¶ There were problems
with the way things got done in the dream, though, and each night in his sleep he strug-
gled to resolve them. The larder would be locked, of course, so he dreamed up a side plot
about collecting a stash of suitable tools for breaking in. There were sensors all along the
farm’s perimeter, so he dreamed about different ways of avoiding or disabling them.
Even when he had a scenario that seemed to make attached on the inside, but he’d marked their positions
sense, daylight revealed further flaws. The grille that with penknife scratches in the varnish and practiced
blocked the covered part of the irrigation ditch that finding the scratches by touch. His mother had secured
ran beneath the fence was too strong to be snipped the food store years before, after a midnight raid by Lin-
away with bolt cutters, and the welding torch had a coln and his younger brother, Sam, but it was still just
biometric lock. a larder, not a jewel safe, and the awl bit through the
When the harvest began, Lincoln contrived to get wood easily enough, finally exposing the tip of one of the
a large stone caught in the combine, and then volun- screws that held the hinges in place. The pliers he tried
teered to repair the damage. With his father looking first couldn’t grip the screw tightly enough to get it turn-
on, he did a meticulous job, and when he received the ing, but Lincoln had dreamed of an alternative. With the
expected praise he replied with what he hoped was awl, he cleared away a little more wood, then jammed
a dignified mixture of pride and bemusement, “I’m a small hexagonal nut onto the screw’s thread and used
not a kid anymore. I can handle the torch.” a T-handled socket wrench to turn them together. The
“Yeah.” His father seemed embarrassed for a screw couldn’t move far, but this was enough to loosen it.
moment. Then he squatted down, put the torch into He removed the nut and used the pliers. With a few firm
supervisor mode, and added Lincoln’s touch to the taps from a hammer, delivered via the socket wrench,
authorized list. the screw broke free of the wood.
Lincoln waited for a moonless night. The dream He repeated the procedure five more times, free-
kept repeating itself, thrashing impatiently against his ing the hinges completely, and then strained against
skull, desperate to be made real. the door, keeping a firm grip on the handle, until the
When the night arrived and he left his room, bare- tongue of the lock slipped from its groove.
foot in the darkness, he felt he was finally enacting some The larder was pitch black, but he didn’t risk using
long-rehearsed performance—less a play than an elabo- his flashlight; he found what he wanted by memory
rate dance that had seeped into every muscle in his body. and touch, filling the backpack with enough provisions
First he carried his boots to the back door and left them for a week. After that? He’d never wondered, in the
by the step. Then he took his backpack to the larder, the dream. Maybe he’d find new friends in Atlanta who’d
borrowed tools in different pockets so they wouldn’t help him. The idea struck a chord, as if it were a truth
clank against each other. The larder door’s hinges were he was remembering, not a hopeful speculation.
The toolshed was locked securely, but Lincoln was There wasn’t room to turn around, so he crawled
still skinny enough to crawl through the hole in the backward to the mouth of the tunnel. His grand-
back wall; it had been hidden by junk for so long that mother was standing on the bank of the ditch.
it had fallen off the end of his father’s repair list. This “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” she
time he risked the flashlight and walked straight to demanded.
the welding torch, rather than groping his way across He said, “I need to get to Atlanta.”
the darkness. He maneuvered it through the hole and “Atlanta? All by yourself, in the middle of the night?
didn’t bother rearranging the rotting timbers that had What happened? You got a craving for some special
concealed the entrance. There was no point covering kind of food we’re not providing here?”
his tracks. He would be missed within minutes of his Lincoln scowled at her sarcasm but knew better
parents’ rising, no matter what, so the important thing than to answer back. “I’ve been dreaming about it,”
now was speed. he said, as if that explained everything. “Night after
He put on his boots and headed for the irrigation night. Working out the best way to do it.”
ditch. Their German shepherd, Melville, trotted up His grandmother said nothing for a while, and
and started licking Lincoln’s hand. Lincoln stopped when Lincoln realized that he’d shocked her into
and petted him for a few seconds, then firmly ordered silence he felt a pang of fear himself.
him back toward the house. The dog made a soft, She said, “You have no earthly reason to run away.
wistful sound but complied. Is someone beating you? Is someone treating you
Twenty meters from the perimeter fence, Lincoln badly?”
climbed into the ditch. The enclosed section was still “No, ma’am.”
a few meters away, but he crouched down immedi- “So why exactly is it that you need to go?”
ately, practicing the necessary constrained gait and Lincoln felt his face grow hot with shame. How
shielding himself from the sensors’ gaze. He clutched could he have missed it? How could he have fooled
the torch under one arm, careful to keep it dry. The himself into believing that the obsession was his own?
chill of the water didn’t much bother him; his boots But even as he berated himself for his stupidity, his
grew heavy, but he didn’t know what the ditch con- longing for the journey remained.
cealed, and he’d rather have waterlogged boots than “You’ve got the fever, haven’t you? You know where
a rusty scrap of metal slicing his foot. those kind of dreams come from: nanospam throwing
He entered the enclosed concrete cylinder; then a a party in your brain. Ten billion idiot robots playing
few steps brought him to the metal grille. He switched a game called Steve at Home.”
on the torch and oriented himself by the light of its She reached down and helped him out of the ditch.
control panel. When he put on the goggles he was The thought crossed Lincoln’s mind that he could prob-
blind, but then he squeezed the trigger of the torch, ably overpower her, but then he recoiled from the idea
and the arc lit up the tunnel around him. in disgust. He sat down on the grass and put his head
Each bar took just seconds to cut, but there were in his hands.
a lot of them. In the confined space the heat was “Are you going to lock me up?” he asked.
oppressive; his T-shirt was soon soaked with sweat. “Nobody’s turning anybody into a prisoner. Let’s go
Still, he had fresh clothes in his pack, and he could talk to your parents. They’re going to be thrilled.”
wash in the ditch once he was through. If he was The four of them sat in the kitchen. Lincoln kept
still not respectable enough to get a ride, he’d walk quiet and let the others argue, too ashamed to offer
to Atlanta. any opinions of his own. How could he have let him-
“Young man, get out of there immediately.” self sleepwalk like that? Plotting and scheming for
Lincoln shut off the arc. The voice, and those weeks, growing ever prouder of his own ingenuity,
words, could only belong to his grandmother. For a but doing it all at the bidding of the world’s stupid-
few pounding heartbeats, he wondered if he’d imag- est, most despised dead man.
ined it, but then in the same unmistakable tone, ratch- He still yearned to go to Atlanta. He itched to bolt
eted up a notch, she added, “Don’t play games with from the room, scale the fence, and jog all the way to
me—I don’t have the patience for it.” the highway. He could see the whole sequence in his
Lincoln slumped in the darkness, disbelieving. mind’s eye; he was already thinking through the flaws
He’d dreamed his way through every detail, past every in the plan and hunting for ways to correct them.
obstacle. How could she appear out of nowhere and He banged his head against the table. “Make it
ruin everything? stop! Get them out of me!”
His mother put an arm around his shoulders. “You “I plan to take the most direct route,” his grand-
know we can’t wave a magic wand and get rid of them. mother announced. “Through Macon. Assuming your
You’ve got the latest counterware. All we can do is friends have no objection.”
send a sample to be analyzed, do our bit to speed the Lincoln squirmed. “Don’t call them that!”
process along.” “I’m sorry.” She glanced at him sideways. “But I
The cure could be months away, or years. Lincoln still need to know.”
moaned pitifully. “Then lock me up! Put me in the Reluctantly, Lincoln forced himself to picture the
basement!” drive ahead, and he felt a surge of rightness endors-
His father wiped a glistening streak of sweat from ing the plan. “No problem with that,” he muttered.
his forehead. “That’s not going to happen. If I have to He was under no illusion that he could prevent the
be beside you everywhere you go, we’re still going to Stevelets from influencing his thoughts, but deliber-
treat you like a human being.” His voice was strained, ately consulting them, as if there were a third person
caught somewhere between fear and defiance. sitting in the cabin, made him feel much worse.
Silence descended. Lincoln closed his eyes. Then He turned to look out the window, at the aban-
his grandmother spoke. doned fields and silos passing by. He had been down
“Maybe the best way to deal with this is to let him this stretch of highway a hundred times, but each piece
scratch his damned itch.” of blackened machinery now carried a disturbing new
“What?” His father was incredulous. poignancy. The Crash had come 30 years ago, but it
“He wants to go to Atlanta. I can go with him.” still wasn’t truly over. The Stevelets aspired to do no
“The Stevelets want him in Atlanta,” his father harm—and supposedly they got better at that year by
replied. year—but they were still far too stupid and stubborn
“They’re not going to harm him—they just want to to be relied upon to get anything right. They had just
borrow him. And like it or not, they’ve already done robbed his parents of two skilled pairs of hands in
that. Maybe the quickest way to get them to move on the middle of the harvest; how could they imagine
is to satisfy them.” that that was harmless? Millions of people around
Lincoln’s father said, “You know they can’t be sat- the world had died in the Crash, and that couldn’t all
isfied.” be blamed on panic and self-inflicted casualties. The
“Not completely. But every path they take has its government had been crazy, bombing half the farms
dead end, and the sooner they find this one, the in the Southeast; everyone agreed now that it had only
sooner they’ll stop bothering him.” made things worse. But many other deaths could not
His mother said, “If we keep him here, that’s a have been avoided, except by the actions of the Steve-
dead end for them too. If they want him in Atlanta, lets themselves.
and he’s not in Atlanta—” You couldn’t reason with them, though. You
“They won’t give up that easily,” his grandmother couldn’t shame them, or punish them. You just had
replied. “If we’re not going to lock him up and throw to hope they got better at noticing when they were
away the key, they’re not going to take a few setbacks screwing things up, while they forged ahead with
and delays as some kind of proof that Atlanta’s beyond their impossible task.
all hope.” “See that old factory?” Lincoln’s grandmother
Silence again. Lincoln opened his eyes. His father gestured at a burned-out metal frame drooping over
addressed Lincoln’s grandmother. “Are you sure slabs of cracked concrete, standing in a field of weeds.
you’re not infected yourself?” “There was a conclave there, almost 20 years ago.”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t go all Body Snatchers Lincoln had been past the spot many times, and
on me, Carl. I know the two of you can’t leave the farm no one had ever mentioned this before. “What hap-
right now. So if you want to let him go, I’ll look after pened? What did they try?”
him.” She shrugged and turned her head away impe- “I heard it was meant to be a time machine. Some
riously. “I’ve said my piece. Now it’s your decision.” crackpot had put his plans on the Net, and the Stevelets
decided they had to check it out. About a hundred peo-
L
incoln drove the truck as far as the highway, then ple were working there, and thousands of animals.”
reluctantly let his grandmother take the wheel. Lincoln shivered. “How long were they at it?”
He loved the old machine, which still had the en- “Three years.” She added quickly, “But they’ve learned
gine his grandfather had installed, years before Lincoln to rotate the workers now. It’s rare for them to hang on
was born, to run on their home-pressed soybean oil. to any individual for more than a month or two.”
A month or two. A part of Lincoln recoiled, but find a way to save his life or, failing that, to bring him
another part thought: that wouldn’t be so bad. A break back from the dead.
from the farm, doing something different. Meeting new That last rider might not have been entirely crazy,
people, learning new skills, working with animals. because Steve had arranged to have his body pre-
Rats, most likely. served in liquid nitrogen. If that had happened, maybe
Steve Hasluck had been part of a team of scien- the Stevelets would have spent the next 30 years ferry-
tists developing a new kind of medical nanomachine, ing memories out of his frozen brain. Unfortunately,
refining the tiny surgical instruments so they could Steve’s car hit a tree at high speed just outside of Aus-
make decisions of their own, on the spot. Steve’s team tin, TX, and his brain ended up as flambé.
had developed an efficient way of sharing computing This made the news, and the Stevelets were watch-
power across a whole swarm, allowing them to run ing. Between their lessons from the Web and whatever
large, complex programs known as “expert systems” instincts their creator had given them, they figured
that codified decades of biological and clinical knowl- out that they were now likely to be incinerated them-
edge into pragmatic lists of rules. The nanomachines selves. That wouldn’t have mattered to them if not
didn’t really “know” anything, but they could churn for the fact that they’d decided the game wasn’t over.
through a very long list of “If A and B, there’s an 80 There’d been nothing about resurrecting charred
percent chance of C” at blistering speed, and a good flesh in the online medical journals, but the Web
list gave them a good chance of cutting a lot of dis- embraced a wider range of opinions. The swarms
eases off short. had read the sites of various groups convinced that
Then Steve found out that he had cancer, and that self-modifying software could find ways to make itself
his particular kind wasn’t covered by anyone’s list smarter, and then smarter again, until nothing was
of rules. beyond its reach. Resurrecting the dead was right
He took a batch of the nanomachines and injected there on every bullet-pointed menu of miracles.
them into a roomful of caged rats, along with samples The Stevelets knew that they couldn’t achieve any-
of his tumor. The nanomachines could swarm all over thing as a plume of smoke wafting out of a rat cremato-
the tumor cells, monitoring their actions constantly. rium, so the first thing they engineered was a breakout.
The polymer radio antennas they built beneath the rats’ From the cages, from the building, from the city. The
skin let them share their observations and hunches original nanomachines couldn’t replicate themselves,
from host to host, like their own high-speed wireless and could be destroyed in an instant by a simple chemi-
Internet, and report their findings back to Steve him- cal trigger, but somewhere in the sewers or the fields or
self. With that much information being gathered, how the silos, they had inspected and dissected each other
hard could it be to understand the problem and fix it? to the point that they were able to reproduce. They took
But Steve and his colleagues couldn’t make sense of the opportunity to alter some old traits: the new gen-
the data. Steve got sicker, and all the gigabytes pour- eration of Stevelets lacked the suicide switch, and they
ing out of the rats remained as useless as ever. resisted external meddling with their software.
Steve tried putting new software into the swarms. They might have vanished into the woods to build
If nobody knew how to cure his disease, why not scarecrow Steves out of sticks and leaves, but their
let the swarms work it out? He gave them access to software roots gave their task rigor, of a kind. From
vast clinical databases and told them to extract their the Net they had taken ten thousand crazy ideas about
own rules. When the cure still failed to appear, he the world, and though they lacked the sense to see that
bolted on more software, including expert systems they were crazy, they couldn’t simply take anything on
seeded with basic knowledge of chemistry and phys- faith, either. They had to test these claims, one by one,
ics. From this starting point, the swarms worked as they groped their way toward Stevescence. And
out things about cell membranes and protein fold- while the Web had suggested that with their power
ing that no one had ever realized before, but none to self-modify they could achieve anything, they found
of it helped Steve. that in reality there were countless crucial tasks that
Steve decided that the swarms still had too narrow remained beyond their abilities. Even with the aid of
a view. He gave them a general-purpose knowledge dexterous mutant rats, Steveware Version 2 was never
acquisition engine and let them drink at will from the going to reëngineer the fabric of space-time, or res-
entire Web. To guide their browsing and their self- urrect Steve in a virtual world.
refinement, he gave them two clear goals. The first Within months of their escape, it must have become
was to do no harm to their hosts. The second was to clear to them that some hurdles could be jumped only
with human assistance, because that was when they “Next exit,” he said. He gave directions that were
started borrowing people. Doing them no physical half his own, half flowing from an eerie dream logic,
harm, but infesting them with the kinds of ideas and until they turned a corner and the place where he
compulsions that turned them into willing recruits. knew he had to be came into view. It wasn’t the sta-
The panic, the bombings, the Crash, had followed. dium itself; that had merely been the closest land-
Lincoln hadn’t witnessed the worst of it. He hadn’t mark in his head, a beacon the Stevelets had used to
seen conclaves of harmless sleepwalkers burned to help guide him. “They booked a whole motel!” his
death by mobs, or fields of grain napalmed by the gov- grandmother exclaimed.
ernment, lest they feed and shelter nests of rats. “Bought,” Lincoln guessed, judging from the
Over the decades, the war had become more sub- amount of visible construction work. The Steveware
tle. Counterware could keep the Stevelets at bay, for controlled vast financial assets, some flat-out stolen
a while. The experts kept trying to subvert the Ste- from sleepwalkers but much of it honestly acquired
veware, spreading modified Stevelets packed with by trading the products of the rat factories: everything
propositions that aimed to cripple the swarms or, from high-grade pharmaceuticals to immaculately
more ambitiously, make them believe that their job faked designer shoes.
was done. In response, the Steveware had developed The original parking lot was full, but there were signs
verification and encryption schemes that made it ever showing the way to an overflow area near what had once
harder to corrupt or mislead. Some people still advo- been the pool. As they headed for reception, Lincoln’s
cated cloning Steve from surviving pathology samples, thoughts drifted weirdly to the time they’d come to
but most experts doubted that the Steveware would Atlanta for one of Sam’s spelling competitions.
be satisfied with that, or taken in by any misinforma- There were three uniformed government Stevolo-
tion that made the clone look like something more. gists in the lobby, seated at a small table with some
The Stevelets aspired to the impossible and would equipment. Lincoln went first to the reception desk,
accept no substitutes, while humanity longed to be left where a smiling young woman handed him two room
unmolested, to get on with more useful tasks. Lincoln keys before he’d had a chance to say a word. “Enjoy the
had known no other world, but until now he’d viewed conclave,” she said. He didn’t know if she was a zombie
the struggle from the sidelines, save shooting the odd like him or a former motel employee who’d been kept
rat and queuing up for his counterware shots. on, but she didn’t need to ask him anything.
So what was his role now? Traitor? Double agent? The government people took longer to deal with.
Prisoner of war? People talked about sleepwalkers His grandmother sighed as they worked their way
and zombies, but in truth there was still no right word through a questionnaire, and then a woman called
for what he had become. Dana took Lincoln’s blood. “They usually try to hide,”
Dana said, “but sometimes your counterware can
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ate in the afternoon, as they approached At- bring us useful fragments, even when it can’t stop
lanta, Lincoln felt his sense of the city’s ge- the infection.”
ography warping, the significance of familiar As they ate their evening meal in the motel din-
landmarks shifting. New information coming through. ing room, Lincoln tried to meet the eyes of the peo-
He ran one hand over each of his forearms, where ple around him. Some looked away nervously; others
he’d heard the antennas often grew, but the polymer offered him encouraging smiles. He didn’t feel as if he
was probably too soft to feel beneath the skin. His par- was being inducted into a cult, and it wasn’t just the
ents could have wrapped his body in foil to mess with lack of pamphlets or speeches. He hadn’t been brain-
reception, and put him in a tent full of bottled air to washed into worshipping Steve; his opinion of the
keep out any of the chemical signals that the Steve- dead man was entirely unchanged. Like the desire to
lets also used, but none of that would have rid him reach Atlanta in the first place, his task here would be
of the basic urge. far more focused and specific. To the Steveware he
As they passed the airport, then the tangle of over- was a kind of machine, a machine it could instruct and
passes where the highway from Macon merged with tinker with the way Lincoln could control and custom-
the one from Alabama, Lincoln couldn’t stop thinking ize his phone, but the Steveware no more expected
about the baseball stadium up ahead. Had the Steve- him to share its final goal than he expected his own
lets commandeered the home of the Braves? That machines to enjoy his music, or respect his friends.
would have made the news, surely, and ramped the Lincoln knew that he dreamed that night, but when
war up a notch or two. he woke he had trouble remembering the dream. He
knocked on his grandmother’s door; she’d been up seemed to have waned. He didn’t know whether the
for hours. “I can’t sleep in this place,” she complained. Steveware had taken its eyes off him or was deliber-
“It’s quieter than the farm.” ately offering him a choice, a chance to back out.
She was right, Lincoln realized. They were close He said, “I’ll stay.” He dreaded the idea of hitting
to the highway, but traffic noise, music, sirens, all the the road only to find himself summoned back. Part of
usual city sounds, barely reached them. him was curious, too. He wanted to be brave enough
They went down to breakfast. When they’d eaten, to step inside the jaws of this whale, on the promise
Lincoln was at a loss to know what to do. He went to that he would be disgorged in the end.
the reception desk; the same woman was there. They returned to the motel, ate lunch, watched TV,
He didn’t need to speak. She said, “They’re not quite ate dinner. Lincoln checked his phone; his friends
ready for you, sir. Feel free to watch TV, take a walk, had been calling, wondering why he hadn’t been in
use the gym. You’ll know when you’re needed.” touch. He hadn’t told anyone where he’d gone. He’d
He turned to his grandmother. “Let’s take a walk.” left it to his parents to explain everything to Sam.
They left the motel and walked around the stadium, He dreamed again, and woke clutching at frag-
then headed east away from the highway, ending up in ments. Good times, an edge of danger, wide blue
a leafy park a few blocks away. All the people around skies, the company of friends. It seemed more like
them were doing ordinary things: pushing their kids a dream he could have had on his own than any-
on swings, playing with their dogs. Lincoln’s grand- thing that might have come from the Steveware
mother said, “If you want to change your mind, we cramming his mind with equations so he could
can always go home.” help test another crackpot idea that the swarms
As if his mind were his own to change. Still, at this had collected 30 years ago by Googling the physics
moment the compulsion that had brought him here of immortality.
Three more days passed, just as aimlessly. Lincoln thing in town—there were too many people who’d
began to wonder if he’d failed some test, or if there’d know them—but then Dan had suggested heading for
been a miscalculation leading to a glut of zombies. the water tower. His father had some spray paint in
Early in the morning of their fifth day in Atlanta, as the shed. They’d climb the tower and tag it.
Lincoln splashed water on his face in the bathroom, There was a barbed-wire fence around the base
he felt the change. Shards of his recurrent dream of the tower, but Dan had already been out here on
glistened potently in the back of his mind, while a the weekend and started a tunnel, which didn’t take
set of directions through the motel complex gelled them long to complete. When they were through, Ty
in the foreground. He was being summoned. It was looked up and felt his head swimming. Carlos said,
all he could do to bang on his grandmother’s door “We should have brought a rope.”
and shout out a garbled explanation before he set off “We’ll be okay.”
down the corridor. Chris said, “I’ll go first.”
She caught up with him. “Are you sleepwalking? “Why?” Dan demanded.
Lincoln?” Chris took his fancy new phone from his pocket
“I’m still here, but they’re taking me soon.” and waved it at them. “Best camera angle. I don’t
She looked frightened. He grasped her hand and want to be looking up your ass.”
squeezed it. “Don’t worry,” he said. He’d always imag- Carlos said, “Just promise you won’t put it on the
ined that when the time came he’d be the one who Web. If my parents see this, I’m screwed.”
was afraid, drawing his courage from her. Chris laughed. “Mine, too. I’m not that stupid.”
He turned a corner and saw the corridor leading “Yeah, well, you won’t be on camera if you’re hold-
into a large space that might once have been a room ing the thing.”
for conferences or weddings. Half a dozen people Chris started up the ladder. Dan went next, with
were standing around; Lincoln could tell that the one paint can in the back pocket of his jeans. Ty fol-
three teenagers were fellow zombies, while the adults lowed, then Errol and Carlos.
were just there to look out for them. The room had The air had been still down on the ground, but as
no furniture but contained an odd collection of items, they went higher a breeze came out of nowhere, cool-
including four ladders and four bicycles. There was ing the sweat on Ty’s back. The ladder started shud-
cladding on the walls, soundproofing, as if the whole dering; he could see where it was bolted securely to
building weren’t quiet enough already. the concrete of the tower, but in between it could still
Out of the corner of his eye, Lincoln saw a dark flex alarmingly. He’d treat it like a fairground ride, he
mass of quivering fur: a swarm of rats, huddled against decided: a little scary, but probably safe.
the wall. For a moment his skin crawled, but then a When Chris reached the top, Dan let go of the lad-
heady sense of exhilaration swept his revulsion away. der with one hand, took the paint can, and reached
His own body held only the tiniest fragment of the out sideways into the expanse of white concrete. He
Steveware; at last he could confront the thing itself. quickly shaped a blue background, a distorted dia-
He turned toward the rats and spread his arms. mond, and then called down to Errol, who was carry-
“You called, and I came running. So what is it you ing the red.
want?” Disquietingly, memories of the Pied Piper When Ty had passed the can up, he looked away,
story drifted into his head. Irresistible music lured out across the expanse of brown dust. He could see
the rats away. Then it lured away the children. the town in the distance. He glanced up and saw
The rats gave no answer, but the room vanished. Chris leaning forward, gripping the ladder with one
hand behind his back while he aimed the phone down
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y hit a patch of dust on the edge of the road, and at them.
it rose up around him. He whooped with joy and Ty shouted up at him, “Hey, Scorsese! Make me
pedaled twice as hard, streaking ahead to leave famous!”
his friends immersed in the cloud. Dan spent five minutes adding finicky details in
Errol caught up with him and reached across to silver. Ty didn’t mind; it was good just being here. He
punch him on the arm, as if he’d raised the dust on didn’t need to mark the tower himself; whenever he
purpose. It was a light blow, not enough to be worth saw Dan’s tag, he’d remember this feeling.
retribution; Ty just grinned at him. They clambered down, then sat at the base of the
It was a school day, but they’d all sneaked off tower and passed the phone around, checking out
together before lessons began. They couldn’t do any- Chris’s movie.
L
incoln had three rest days before he was called Dana gestured at her phone to stop recording.
again, this time for four days in succession. “One estimate,” she said, “is that the Stevelets now
He fought hard to remember all the scenes comprise a hundred thousand times the computa-
he was sleepwalking through, but even with his tional resources of all the brains of all the human
grandmother adding her accounts of the “playact- beings who’ve ever lived.”
ing” she’d witnessed, he found it hard to hold on Lincoln laughed. “And they still need stage props
to the details. and extras, to do a little VR?”
Sometimes he hung out with the other actors, “They’ve studied the anatomy of ten million human
shooting pool in the motel’s game room, but there brains, but I think they know that they still don’t fully
seemed to be an unspoken taboo against discussing understand consciousness. They bring in real people
their roles. Lincoln doubted that the Steveware would for the bit parts, so they can concentrate on the star.
punish them even if they managed to overcome the If you gave them a particular human brain, I’m sure
restraint, but it was clear that it didn’t want them they could faithfully copy it into software, but any-
to piece too much together. It had even gone to the thing more complicated starts to get murky. How do
trouble of changing Steve’s name (as Lincoln and the they know their Steve is conscious, when they’re not
other actors heard it, though presumably not Steve conscious themselves? He never gave them a reverse
himself), as if the anger they felt toward the man in Turing test, a checklist they could apply. All they have
their ordinary lives might have penetrated into their is the judgment of people like you.”
roles. Lincoln couldn’t even remember his own moth- Lincoln felt a surge of hope. “He seemed real
er’s face when he was Ty; the farm, the Crash, the enough to me.” His memories were blurred—and
whole history of the last 30 years, was gone from his he wasn’t even absolutely certain which of Ty’s four
thoughts entirely. friends was Steve—but none of them had struck him
In any case, he had no wish to spoil the cha- as less than human.
rade. Whatever the Steveware thought it was doing, Dana said, “They have his genome. They have
Lincoln hoped it would believe it was working per- movies, they have blogs, they have e-mails: from
fectly, all the way from Steve’s small-town child- Steve and a lot of people who knew him. They have
hood to whatever age it needed to reach before it a thousand fragments of his life. Like the borders of
could write this creation into flesh and blood, con- a giant jigsaw puzzle.”
gratulate itself on a job well done, and then finally, “So that’s good, right? A lot of data is good?”
mercifully, dissolve into rat piss and let the world Dana hesitated. “The scenes you described have
move on. been played out thousands of times before. They’re
Without warning, a fortnight after they’d arrived, trying to tweak their Steve to write the right e-mails,
Lincoln was no longer needed. He knew it when he pull the right faces for the camera—by himself, with-
woke, and after breakfast the woman at reception out following a script like the extras. A lot of data sets
asked him, politely, to pack his bags and hand back the bar very high.”
the keys. Lincoln didn’t understand, but maybe Ty’s As Lincoln walked out to the parking lot, he
family had moved out of Steve’s hometown, and the thought about the laughing, carefree boy he’d called
friends hadn’t stayed in touch. Lincoln had played Chris. Living for a few days, writing an e-mail—then
his part; now he was free. memory-wiped, re-set, started again. Climbing a
When they returned to the lobby with their suit- water tower, making a movie of his friends, but later
cases, Dana spotted them and asked Lincoln if he turning the camera on himself, saying one wrong
was willing to be debriefed. He turned to his grand- word—and wiped again.
mother. “Are you worried about the traffic?” He’d A thousand times. A million times. The Steveware
already phoned his father and told him they’d be was infinitely patient, and infinitely stupid. Each time
back by dinnertime. it failed, it would change the actors, shuffle a few vari-
She said, “You should do this. I’ll wait in the ables, and run the experiment over again. The pos-
truck.” sibilities were endless, but it would keep on trying
They sat at a table in the lobby. Dana asked his per- until the sun burned out.
mission to record his words, and he told her every- Lincoln was tired. He climbed into the truck beside
thing he could remember. his grandmother, and they headed for home.
When Lincoln had finished, he said, “You’re the Greg Egan’s science fiction has received the Hugo Award and
Stevologist. You think they’ll get there in the end?” the John W. Campbell Memorial Award.
The Interoperation
Architecture had given way to software management. So he turned
buildings into construction programs.
By Bruce Sterling
Yuri pulled his sons from school to watch the big robot wreck the motel.
His wife had packed a tasty picnic lunch, but 11-year-old Tommy was a hard
kid to please. ¶ “You said a giant robot would blow that place up,” Tommy
said. ¶ “No, son, I told you a robot would ‘take it down,’” said Yuri. “Go shoot some
pictures for your mom.” ¶ Tommy swung his little camera, hopped his bamboo bike,
and took off. ¶ Yuri patiently pushed his younger son’s smaller bike across the sunlit
tarmac. Nick, age seven, was learning to ride. His mother had dressed him for the
ordeal, so Nick’s head, knees, feet, fists, and elbows were all lavishly padded with
brightly colored foam. Nick had the lumpy plastic look of a Japanese action figure.
Under the crystalline spring sky, the robot towered So Yuri had been forced to stand by while his digi-
over the Costa Vista Motel like the piston-legged tal master plans were cruelly botched at the hands
skeleton of a monster printer. The urban recycler of harsh reality. Cheap, flimsy materials. Bottom-of-
had already briskly stripped off the motel’s roof. the-barrel landscaping. Tacky signage. Lame inte-
Using a dainty attachment, it remorselessly nibbled rior décor. Even the name “Costa Vista” was a goofy
up bricks. choice for a motel off an interstate in Michigan.
The Costa Vista Motel was the first, last, and only Yuri had derived one major benefit from this pain-
building that Yuri Lozano had created as a certi- ful experience. He had stopped calling himself an
fied, practicing architect. It had been “designed for “architect.” After his humiliation at the Costa Vista,
disassembly,” way back in 2020. So today, some 26 he’d packed up his creative ego and thrown in his lot
years later, Yuri had hired the giant deconstruction- with the inevitable.
bot to fully reclaim the motel’s materials: the bricks, He had joined the comprehensive revolution
the solar shingles, the electrical fixtures, the metal attacking every aspect of the construction-architecture-
plumbing. The structure was being defabricated, with engineering business. The “Next Web.” The “Geo-
a mindless precision, right down to its last, least, Web.” “Ubiquity.” The “Internet of Things.” It had
humble hinges. a hundred names because it had a thousand victims,
As he patiently guided the wobbling Nick across the for the old-school Internet had busted loose to invade
motel’s weedy, deserted parking lot, Yuri’s reaction to the world of atoms. Not just certain aspects of harsh
the day was deep relief. He had never liked the Costa reality—the works.
Vista. Never—not since it had left his design screen. The architect’s blueprints were just the first frontier
Once it had looked so good: poised there, safe to fall to comprehensive software management. The
within the screen. He’d been so pleased with the structural engineering would go, too. Then construc-
plan’s spatial purity, the way the 3-D volumes massed tion: the trades, the suppliers … . Then the real-estate
together, the nifty way the structure fit the site … . But biz, the plumbing and electrical, the energy flows, the
the motel’s contractors had been a bunch of screwups. relationships to the city’s grids and the financing sector,
Worse yet, the owners were greedy morons. the ever-growing thicket of 21st-century sustainabil-
ity regulation: yes, all of it would digitize. Everything. Nick yelped, jealous for attention. “Come on, Dad!
“Total building life-cycle management.” People didn’t Push the bike, push it, Dad!” Nick was the frailer and
wire houses anymore—they “sheltered the network.” smarter of the two boys. His mother doted on him.
Nowadays, in the stolid and practical 2040s, Yuri Yuri hitched his pants and shoved Nick’s bike. The
called himself the “sysadmin-CEO” of the “Lozano kid almost had the hang of it. Yuri secretly let him go.
Building Network.” Yuri’s enterprise was thriving; he Nick rolled off beautifully, his padded feet eager on
had more work than he and his people could handle. his pedals. Then instability set in. Nick teetered into
He had placed himself in the thick of the big time. a wobbly, desperate struggle. Finally he crashed.
Whenever he carved out one day off to spend with Tommy circled his fallen brother, derisively ring-
his two sons, a sprawling network sensed his absence ing his bike bell. “Get up, wimp, loser!”
and shivered all over. Yuri bent and disentangled Nick from the candy-
The Lozano Building Network was ripping up colored frame. “Fail early, fail often, Nick. You’re
dead midwestern suburbs and heaving up sustain- not hurt.”
able digital buildings by the hundreds. That was the “I’m not hurt,” Nick agreed mournfully.
work of the modern world. “A ride in a parking lot is just prototyping. Get back
Yuri knew that system: its colossal strength, and its in your saddle.”
hosts of cracks, shortfalls, and weaknesses. Nick balked, and looked searchingly into Yuri’s
Yuri also knew that his company’s contract build- face. “Are you sad, Dad? You look sad.”
ings were crap. “I’m not sad, son.”
Ninety percent of all buildings were always crap. “I’ll never learn how to ride a bike. Will I?”
That was because 90 percent of all people had no taste. “Yes, son, you will! You will master this bicycle! A
Yuri understood that; he was almost at peace with that. bicycle is the world’s most efficient means of transpor-
But it still burned him, it ached and it stung, that he tation! And this bicycle will give you—Nicholas Lozano—
had never built a thing that deserved to last. a vastly increased power to navigate urban space!”
TH E C R OWD BY WYN D HAM LEW I S / TATE, LO N D O N /ART R E S O U R C E, NY/©BY K I N D P E R M I S S I O N O F TH E WYN D HAM LEW I S M E M O R IAL TR U ST (A R E G I STE R E D C HAR ITY)
The Lozano Building Network didn’t create fine Nick was properly impressed. He climbed back
buildings. It instantiated shelter goods. The mass of on his bike.
workaday, crowd-pleasing real-estate fakery that arose “Nick, you are learning this much faster than your
from his network wasn’t “architecture.” It was best brother did. Don’t tell Tommy I said that.”
described as “hard copy.” “Yeah, sure, Dad! Okay! Push me now!”
To watch this building disassembled in this sweet Tommy zoomed back and skidded to a sudden halt,
spring morning reminded him that his life hadn’t his freckled face pale. He slung his arm out. “Dad,
always been this way. In his own sweet spring, Yuri Mom is coming! And she brought Aunt Carmen!”
had dreamed of creating classics. He’d dreamed of Yuri glanced across the lot. Tommy’s dire news
structures that would tower on the planet’s surface was true.
like brazen, gleaming symbols of excellence. Tommy was panting. “Are we in big trouble,
Yuri had never built any such place. He was com- Dad?”
ing to realize, with a sinister middle-aged pang, that “You’d better let me handle this.”
he never would. Yuri’s wife and sister-in-law floated toward him on
Watching the Costa Vista Motel disappear without twin Segways. Like their famous father, the Roebel
a trace—no, he couldn’t call himself unhappy about sisters were obsessed with Segways. After 45 years
that. He felt eased and liberated. Denied the glory, of niche applications, the ingenious machines had
he could at least erase the shame. achieved a certain period charm, like monorails and
Tommy, always a bundle of energy, had pedaled all the Graf Zeppelin.
around the doomed motel. Somewhere, the kid had It was unlike Gretchen to show up when he was
ditched his safety helmet. “Look, Dad, why don’t you taking some quality time with the boys. On the
just blow it up? The way that big dumb robot picks at contrary: when the kids were out from underfoot,
it, this’ll take us all day!” Gretchen indulged herself by taking scented bubble
“We’ve got all day,” Yuri told him serenely. “Tonight baths and surfing upscale websites.
we bring jackhammers.” And Carmen was here with her, all the way from
Tommy brushed hair from his eager eyes. “Jack- San Francisco. Carmen, arriving with no warning?
hammers, Dad? Can I touch the big jackhammers?” Carmen? Nobody had ever been able to do a thing
“Maybe, son. If you don’t tell your mom.” with Carmen.
The Segway smoothly bobbed into place, and his For Roebel, anyone willing to settle for less than the
wife’s narrow face was the picture of woe. “Oh, honey, insanely great was a traitor to be pitilessly scourged. Roe-
it’s just the worst.” bel made enemies the way lesser men made popcorn.
“Somebody’s died?” Yuri took a train to San Francisco to pay court to
“No, no,” Carmen wailed. “My dad got a big new the grand master. It took him two days to arrive on
commission!” Roebel’s doorstep.
Roebel, as was his habit, was all ticked off about
T
he people who were nearest to François Roebel that.
were a frantically unhappy lot. For Roebel was a “Where the hell is Carmen?” Roebel screeched. “I
grand master of computer-aided architecture. haven’t had a decent meal in five days! Carmen’s try-
Roebel was a major world architect who had forced ing to starve me!”
digital design to speak its own aesthetic language— The ancient visionary, always scrawny, looked
comprehensive, authentic, symphonic. His signature downright spidery by now—he’d lost so much flesh
buildings were like nothing previously seen on planet that he’d been reduced to vector graphics.
Earth. They made the work of Gehry and Calatrava “Oh, the nephews always love a visit from their
look like dress rehearsals. favorite aunt,” Yuri lied gallantly.
Roebel himself was a squinty, boozy, bewhiskered “I am the very last global starchitect! I am the last
little geek. He had an ego the size of the rock of instantiation of a dying breed!” rasped Roebel. “And
Gibraltar and was given to splashy overspending, fran- you couldn’t fly over here?”
tic womanizing, major fits of temper, and impromptu “I needed some time on the train to clear my con-
trips to Indonesia. struction agenda,” Yuri soothed. Yuri always agreed to
Certain people imagined that he, Yuri Lozano, had “help” Roebel with his projects. There was very little
married Gretchen Roebel in order to get closer to her risk in this. Sooner or later, Roebel’s clients always
famous architect father. The truth was entirely the realized that Roebel had become impossible.
opposite: he’d married Gretchen in order to take her The genius could be humored, but only when his
far away from Roebel. Snatching Gretchen from her burning obsessions were channeled into some nar-
dysfunctional family was like hauling a young woman row, immediate path.
from a burning car. So Yuri loudly dragged a clanging metal chair over
Yuri had no regrets about his bold intervention. the naked cement of Roebel’s dusty garage studio. He
Gretchen loved him, and besides, the scary example set himself before the architect’s legendary personal
of Carmen had fully validated his choice. Carmen had workstation, jacked up a knee, and bridged his fingers
never escaped from the black-hole orbit of Roebel, over it. “So, François, here I am at last. Just show me
who’d always been the center of his own private uni- what you’ve got. Let’s see all the concept sketches!”
verse. So poor Carmen had ended up exactly like her Roebel tottered over, rolled up his blue linen
late mom: a doomy, subservient, hand-flapping mys- sleeves over his stick-thin, liver-spotted forearms, and
tic with a brain like scattered granola. reached reluctantly through a clutter of empty sport-
For François Roebel, architectural design space drink cans. He fished out a cheap toy peripheral. It
was a dark and terrible domain. It was a harsh arena was a skull-wrapping plastic headset, badly faded
of combative nightmare, a realm of endlessly ramify- with age. “I’m sure you’ve never seen one of these.”
ing pull-ins, pop-outs, twists, deformations, mirrored “Tell me all about that.”
ramps, and cryptic passages. Ever the hero within his Roebel drew himself up regally. “I’m sketching in
own mind, Roebel relentlessly pushed design soft- ClearWorks with this cortico-cognitive headset!”
ware past all sane limits, feverishly conjuring struc- Yuri cleared his throat. “You’re designing in Clear-
tures, then bullying them into raw physical existence Works? With some kind of brain-reader gizmo?”
in a welter of lawsuits and scandals. “ClearWorks is the finest design program ever
Roebel had lived for decades on the virtual-actual crafted!”
edge, where the unprecedented phantoms roiling “François, ClearWorks is 30 years old.” Roebel
in his screen became awesome urban showcases fit would be better off with pencils and a set of chil-
to stun and amaze passers-by. Given their wild-eyed dren’s blocks.
engineering, they might also spindle and mutilate their “Well, what the hell are you here for?” Roebel
inhabitants, but the risks of his art to others never con- barked. “I need you to make ClearWorks interoper-
cerned the great man. ate with that foul malarkey that your nest of thieves
calls software!” Roebel was breathing heavily. “Those The Church of Computer-Human Symbiosis was
so-called ‘tools’ you use—you can’t drill one hole in a an aging group of California hacker cranks who
girder without 40 interlocking safety forms!” had inherited the vast fortune of a vanished social-
“If you’re having trouble with your system, I’d be software company. They had long been Roebel’s ideal
glad to have a look.” Yuri popped the chromed clips patrons, for they were crazily rich, all-forgiving, and
on his moroccan-leather shoulder bag. “I brought incapable of judgment.
some top-end diagnostics in the laptop.” Over the decades, Roebel had built the cult an
“Put that stupid toy away, I know you’re a software awesome set of monumental churches. His temples
monkey!” snarled Roebel. “ClearWorks is architec- were top-end architecture glamour hits; glossy photo
ture! Because it’s software architecture by an infor- books about them weighed down coffee tables on six
mation architect!” continents.
“I haven’t seen ClearWorks since I left college,” said Nobody ever worshiped in the amazing churches
Yuri. “Does ClearWorks interoperate with current Roebel had built, because the cult was too crazy and
legal codes?” scary. Furthermore, the roofs leaked and all the utili-
“I need your lawyers like I need a hole in the ties malfunctioned. Still, that didn’t much matter to
head!” the cultists. They were serenely indifferent to such
His question answered, Yuri offered a sunny smile. earthly concerns, since they spent most of their wak-
“I always loved that kind of boldness, François! Fire ing lives playing immersive simulation games.
up your program—let’s have a good long look!” Roebel tinkered aimlessly with his keyboard. The
With his bluff called, Roebel reluctantly pressed glassy screen was blank.
the lozenge-shaped metal Start button on his tow- “It’ll launch any minute,” he lied. “The system’s
ering desktop engine. Roebel still used a specialty been a little temperamental.”
CAD workstation. The discolored machine, its shell Pity gnawed at Yuri. Pity was a dangerous senti-
scrubbed with acetone and its keyboard worn to nubs, ment in the company of the grand master, but Yuri
had a militant, strutting, look-at-me-being-all-cyber couldn’t help it. Year by year, Roebel had lost so much.
aesthetic. Roebel’s workstation looked fit to redesign His fancy downtown office, his staffers, his financial
the whole Milky Way, though, truth be told, it had contacts, his engineers and subcontractors. Roebel still
about 10 percent of the processing capacity of a mod- worked—when he worked at all—on this ancient CAD
ern kid’s throwaway wristwatch. system designed for building French fighter aircraft.
“User lock-ins and proprietary formats,” Roebel The screen flickered. “There it goes,” he crowed,
muttered, his throaty old-man’s voice matching the as if the machine’s effort had achieved something.
ancient growl of his workstation’s stricken hard disk. “I’ll just have to strap on the skull set. Later.”
“Those punk-ass chumps in the channels of distribu- Whatever had happened to the old man? Nor-
tion, they won’t even show you the end-user license mally he’d shed a violent storm of wild schemes and
agreements.” concepts, each one less practically achievable than
The archaic vacuum tube flickered as the worksta- the last.
tion struggled to boot. “And what on earth happened Yuri wasn’t sure if this grim void meant disaster
to the people?” Roebel griped, avoiding Yuri’s eyes. or deliverance for him. In either case, he felt sincere
“The banks, the unions, the professions, every level dismay.
of government … all of ’em melted down into one “François, I have a very positive feeling about your
giant ball of software mud! No more creative giants new commission. We’ll have a job of work with the
… they’re all nickel-and-dime windup monkeys in a interoperation issues, but at least we’ve got a client
crazy world that gets more interactive every day!” sympathetic to your aims.”
“Tell me about your client,” said Yuri, angling for Roebel squinted. “You’re not fooling me any, you
a change of subject. know.”
Roebel gave a sly yellow grin. “The Church of Sym- “I beg your pardon?”
biosis.” Roebel tossed his peripheral aside and abandoned
“They’re commissioning another temple from you? his keyboard. “Just knock all that off, that crap when
That’s terrific news,” said Yuri. His heart sank. you sweet-talk me! You sound like a real-estate agent!
The Church of Symbiosis … could it get any worse You ran off with my daughter—and that’s the last thing
than this? François Roebel was the picture of sanity you did that took any guts! You never soar, boy! You’re
compared with his favorite clients. like a pig in mud!”
“Let’s take that discussion offline,” Yuri said. “Let’s genius, and it was bound to be some weedy obses-
call Gretchen right now, and the grandsons, back in sive like Preston Mengies.
Michigan. They’ll be wondering how things are going Roebel sipped and scowled at the hot-and-sour
here. You never call us, you know.” soup, but he had clearly lost the thread of the action.
“A 12-year-old and an eight-year-old.” All the old man could do was bitterly rant about “law-
“The boys are 11 and seven.” yers” and “hoodwinking” and “bank fraud.” The cli-
“I was thinking ahead. Do I look like I want to ent’s demands had caught him flat-footed. When he
wet-nurse your kids? I just received a major commis- tottered off for his customary afternoon nap, it was a
sion! ‘Back to Michigan’—to hell with your Michi- relief for all concerned.
gan. That whole place is nothing but forest! You He left Yuri and Preston to patch something
can hear the crickets chirping in Flint, Saginaw, together for the client’s imminent visit.
and Grand Rapids! Your kids are like two sand- “How are the kids?” ventured Preston, who had
lot baseball kids straight outta Norman Rockwell! never had any kids.
And Gretchen … Gretchen doesn’t even show up “The boys are both great, thanks.”
here! Where the hell is she—still putting her spice “They’re normal kids?” said Preston, his eyes flick-
racks in order?” ering sideways.
“Gretchen looks after the network in my absence. “Oh, yeah, they’re completely normal boys,” said
She’s got a talent for billing and accounting.” Yuri. “Not at all like the maestro there; they just faded
“That’s not a ‘talent,’ you dolt! I know you under- right back into the universal gene pool.”
stand what’s really at stake here! I taught you archi- Preston brightened at this sally; he was a critic, so
tecture when you were some cornshuck kid from a little acerbic sarcasm always cheered him up. He
Kentucky wandering into my office like a lost soul! munched his cold shrimp chow mein and gestured
And speaking of lost souls—where the hell is Preston? at the workstation with his cheap plastic chopsticks.
I told Preston to be here with us half an hour ago!” “Did he ask you to touch that dinosaur? I sure wouldn’t
Preston Mengies was an architecture critic who touch that wreck if I were you.”
had once been the PR man in Roebel’s San Francisco “Why is that, Preston?”
office. He had earnestly pumped up Roebel’s world- “You know how he’s trying to patch that fossil to
wide reputation, until his doomed relationship with modern standards—and to get his own way, right in
the hopelessly unstable Carmen Roebel made that the teeth of the entire construction industry? Well,
effort impossible. he finally blew it. He had a massive, comprehensive
Despite everything Preston had suffered at the data loss. No upgrade path forward. And no way back.
old man’s hands, he arrived. He’d bicycled in from He’s completely stuck now. He’s neck deep in the
South of Market and thoughtfully brought some Chi- mud of defunct code.”
nese food. Yuri munched a heat-blistered egg roll stuffed with
Yuri sorrowed at the sight of him. Preston Mengies gleaming California tofu. “He claimed he was design-
had once been a very sharp and fluent guy—a sar- ing on ClearWorks. I just couldn’t believe that.”
castic little weirdo, to tell the truth, but fun to hang “Nobody runs ClearWorks,” scoffed Preston.
around with. “That’s the greatest design platform ever created, but
As a result of his long entanglement with Roebel, no modern professional could use it. It doesn’t inter-
though, he had become a threadbare, gaunt, myopic, operate with other disciplines.”
beaten character. “It’s even worse than that,” Yuri admitted. “Out in
Nowadays, Preston spent his lonely hours groom- the Midwest, we do interoperate, so we became all
ing architecture websites. There he gamely removed the other disciplines. As soon as I gave up on ‘architec-
the moronic popular commentary and tried to drum ture’ and admitted that I was administering software,
up some intelligent interest in the doctrines of Arts well … step by step, I took over the site, the structure,
& Crafts, Futurism, the modern movement, the post- the skin of the building, all the services. We supply
modern movement, and New Urbanism. the space plans; we even retail the furnishings. But
These were architectural schemes that long- we’re never architects. Not at all. We’re real estate,
forgotten people had created with pencils on paper. interior design, engineering, landscaping, plumbing,
No proper 21st-century person could tell these primi- electrical … we’re the Net.”
tive notions apart. Still, some critic was bound to Yuri knotted his hands. “And it’s all bucket-of-mud
take a keen interest in such efflorescences of human piece-of-junk legacy code! Every bit of it! Those pro-
grams all hate each other’s guts! I spend 90 percent Carmen Roebel was always distraught—Carmen
of my working time as a software clerk!” was the Queen of Distraughtness—but Preston took
“So basically, you never design and you never cre- that news hard. It had him all itchy and gritting
ate. You just interoperate.” his teeth. The poor guy still carried a big torch for
Yuri considered this grim assessment. “Well, yeah, Carmen. That was a pitiful thing to see.
that’s pretty well put.” “She’s up to her ears in debt,” said Preston. “Did
Preston warmed to his theme. “But you have to she tell you that?”
do that. Because there’s a shearing force in all those In point of fact, Carmen had swiftly hit Yuri up
different layers of software. It’s a thing of eddies, and for a personal loan. Every member of the extended
whirlpools, and brief bursts of financial energy. And Roebel family hit Yuri up for loans. He’d come to con-
the craft of architecture sold its soul so that it could sider that a basic cost of his business, something like
survive there.” a corporate gift to a Little League team.
Yuri set aside a stenciled carton of moo goo gai Yuri sighed. “I don’t suppose that François would
pan. “Can I ask you something? At the Milwaukee write his will and put his affairs in good order.”
Design Regulation Board, I’ve got this big keynote “François wouldn’t leave Carmen a dime! If he had
speech coming up …” a dime, he’d endow the François Roebel Perpetual
“How long a speech?” Commemoration Fund.” Preston shook his head.
“Full hour. Big dinner speech. Man, I hate those.” “After all these years, it’s come to the crunch! Those
“How big a crowd?” church lunatics will show up here soon … they want
“I dunno—seven, eight hundred. Typical industry to see his proposal. He’s gonna fire up that relic there,
drones.” and he’ll show them a screen full of snow.”
“Could you give me a grand to write that for you?” An empty silence stretched in Roebel’s spider hole
Yuri blinked a little. “Yeah, sure, okay.” of an office, and somewhere a seagull screeched.
That money was peanuts, but it was clearly more Yuri was no longer an architect—in point of fact,
cash than Preston had seen in a while, for he sat up he’d probably never really been one—but he’d spent
in his steel-framed chair and seemed to regain his his whole adult life glossing over the bitter contradic-
appetite. “Well, there’s one consolation in all this. tions between complicated systems of software.
Roebel’s never gonna do another building.” There just had to be a hack somewhere for a dire
Yuri laughed. “Oh, sure, people keep saying that, situation like this one.
but he keeps surprising ’em. That mean old man “Preston, I know that this isn’t quite honest, but—
is gonna bury us all! He’s gonna live to be 90 years suppose you show ’em something out of the old man’s
old!” archives? He must have dozens of unbuilt proposals.
“Roebel is 90 years old.” Surely those clowns can’t tell the difference anyway.”
Yuri did some swift mental arithmetic. “Darn— “The old man sold those clowns his archives. He
where does the time go?” sold them all his files three years ago. The church
Preston snagged an empty can from the desktop. paid top dollar for them, too. They’ve got ’em all
“This is all he eats now—these vitamin drinks. Carmen stored down a zinc-lined bomb shelter someplace.”
dragged him into a couple of clinics last year. They How, where, and why did computers let crazy
took one look at him and they washed their hands. I geeks make so much money? Yuri wondered. Had
don’t know how he stays on his feet. He persists out the world ever been better off for that? Seeding the
of sheer spite.” world with computers was like sprinkling it with the
Yuri considered this bleak diagnosis. Yes, François fairy dust of pure madness.
was especially gaunt and erratic, even for François. Preston had the shameless look of a guy doing
There had been one little flash where he was like his something very stupid for the woman he loved. “Lis-
keen old self, but … no concept sketches? François ten, Yuri: for you this story must seem pretty simple.
Roebel was 110 percent concept sketches. “Maybe The old man loses this commission—so what? You’re
the lamp finally went out.” doing great out there in the Rust Belt. Because you’re
“Yeah, ‘the well ran dry.’ That’s what Carmen says. in deconstruction; you could spend the rest of your
You add that to his big software crash, and …” Preston life just tearing down the Motor City. But Carmen
flapped his hands. “It’s Game Over for Pac-Man.” needs that retainer fee. She’s at her wits’ end.”
“Carmen came to visit us. Carmen seems pretty Poor old Preston. If only he’d found the courage to
distraught about all this.” abandon his idealistic dreams and take some practi-
cal action! Just tell the old man off, clonk the girl on actually feel space—the massiness of space, the
the head, throw her into the trunk of a car, and drive shapeliness of space. The orderliness and rightness
off across a state line! of planned spatiality. Geometry sliced through the
But it took a certain hillbilly lack of savoir faire white panes of simulation like a white ceramic knife
to do something so blunt, immediate, helpful, and through pure white cheese.
misogynistic. That basic course of action had worked ClearWorks did just one thing well: it did form.
out fine for Yuri, but Preston possessed a gentler and ClearWorks did nothing but form. ClearWorks was
more refined sensibility. a world in which there was only form.
The cuffs of Preston’s pants were badly frayed. This Yuri recalled that ClearWorks had been pro-
tiny detail was somehow Yuri’s tipping point. grammed by just one guy. It was the brainwork of
“Okay,” he said, straightening, “I tell you what we’re a single geek, some embittered dissident from the
gonna do here. I’m gonna fire up ClearWorks and early CAD business. The name of this lonesome
put the program through its paces. When that old genius was Greg Something, or Bob Something, or
man comes back here from his nap, I’ll get him jump- Jim Something, and he was the type of arrogant,
started on something.” self-aggrandizing, utterly unworldly, Unix-bearded
Preston scratched his bald spot. “You really think software-genius figure who wanted to create a pro-
you can do that?” grammatic universe all by himself.
“Yeah. I know I can do it. Because I was his star stu- Greg-Jim-Bob had never managed that feat, but
dent once. It’s pretty simple with François. You just he’d managed to create ClearWorks. That program
do something that’s very clear and simple and obvious. had become a legend among its users. All the cogno-
Then he gets all excited and he bawls you out. He can’t scenti and digerati and designerati vied to praise
help taking over the work and redoing it all himself. So: ClearWorks. Of course, nobody actually used it. If
if this piece of junk runs at all, well, the two of us will you gave people the tools that were perfect for their
cook up some concept plan. It doesn’t have to be the jobs, they’d have nothing to do but their jobs.
Taj Mahal for him to show it to his favorite client.” The whole secret of the network revolution was
Preston had no better scheme to offer. He left Yuri that it connected everybody, and it therefore caused
in peace with the machine. everybody to do everybody else’s jobs.
Yuri woke the workstation and settled in. It came to Yuri with a shock that ClearWorks did
When he first saw the ClearWorks interface, he not interoperate. No. ClearWorks didn’t even hook
felt a shock of profound nostalgia. Yeah, it really was to the Internet. ClearWorks was a single tool for one
ClearWorks running there! No kidding! single human mind. There was no crowdsourcing in
ClearWorks was a simple white pane with a pair it, no open-source collaboration, no “with enough
of tiny, almost invisible icons in the upper right cor- eyes all bugs are shallow” … no add-ons, no plug-ins,
ner. ClearWorks was so entirely clear that it looked no open application programming interfaces.
starkly absurd. Compared to Yuri’s working inter- ClearWorks was a simple bone-white space for
faces for the modern construction business, Clear- imagination.
Works was alien. Yuri couldn’t believe the program was such a little
Where was the riffling host of toolbars, templates, sandbox. He could remember tackling ClearWorks as
menus, dynamic panels, auto-updaters, dialog panels, a student. At the time, he had felt the program was
widgets, dashboards, collision detectors, and tags? incredibly advanced: it was cosmic, infinite, awe-
Where was the bustling cloud of counters, winkers, some.
beepers, and blinkers? How had ClearWorks become such a tinkertoy?
ClearWorks was a void. A glassy, glossy innocence. Yuri shook his head and recalled his purpose.
ClearWorks was as pearly-white and blank as the The task at hand was some conceptual proposal for
inside of a skull. a François Roebel temple. The maestro might ramble
The program’s mouse, or rather its airborne bat, in from his nap at any minute, and Yuri had to show
sat atop Roebel’s workstation. When Yuri’s fingertips him something sure to snag his interest.
gripped the familiar ridges of the wand, the look and What the heck, any pastiche had to start some-
feel of the program came back to him as if college where: the Golden Rectangle. Always a sound choice:
were yesterday. it never looked awkward no matter how it was used.
Space and form. Yuri was peeling through space Bang, up it came, the good old Golden Rectangle,
and form. Through the torque in that bat he could and then: boo000000ooom … that was the oldest,
purest joy of computer design: the effortless replica- sawing of spatial strings—but Yuri’s blood was up.
tion. Yuri gripped his little wand. Hook a twist on He heard a Ride of the Valkyries in his mind’s ear, a
that series—a ram’s-horn fractal thing … Götterdämmerung theme song … . He had to tear
What would the maestro do? Well, he’d do some- that pure simplicity apart.
thing off the wall that nevertheless seemed eerily nec- Break! Decay! Come apart, you stupid Total Work
essary. Because despite his many personal quirks, of Art! Quit trying to hold yourself together in defi-
Roebel was the true golden wizard of the rubrics of ance of all sense and sanity! From pixels you are, and
assemblage: “The parts grow out of the rules, while to pixels you shall return … .
the rules grow out of the parts.” Light clicked on overhead. Preston was standing
Insert a barrel vault. Who couldn’t like barrel at the doorway, a beer in hand. Somehow, day had
vaults? Especially intersecting barrel vaults. Multi- become evening.
ple intersecting barrel vaults. “Are you still at it in here?”
Yuri forgot himself. He forgot his purpose; he for- Yuri blinked. “Is it late?”
got where he was. The chair vanished and the screen “Yeah, you’ve been in here for five solid hours!”
became vapor. Yuri splashed in pure potentiality, free Yuri abandoned the office chair. Suddenly his back
of care, liberated, purely enjoying himself … was killing him. “Where’s François?”
Until it dawned on him that Roebel wasn’t going “The clients woke him,” said Preston. “We’re feed-
to much care for this plan. The plan had a whole lot ing them cocktails over in the solarium—cocktails, and
going on, but the plan wasn’t very François Roebel. hogwash.” Preston walked over and stared. “Wow.”
Worse yet, the strict limits of ClearWorks were start- “I tinkered around.”
ing to bug Yuri. ClearWorks was a 30-year-old program. “That’s looking pretty different. That’s looking …
Furthermore, the whole shebang had been created by pretty fresh.”
just one guy, and though he had made a really cool “Design for disassembly,” said Yuri. “I had to put
sandbox, it was pretty much nothing but sand. it all on a kind of loop.”
Yuri had begun to sense the way the programmer Preston watched the animated screen, absently
thought. No geek from 30 years ago could ever think sipping his beer.
like a modern builder. Though he had a cunning “You know,” he mused at last, “there is an aesthetic
intuitive arsenal of cool ways to assemble his sand, he quality to old computer graphics that is truly haunting.
lacked any cool ways to disassemble his sand. It’s very much like the scary, Gothic quality of silent
It was as if he thought that real buildings went up film. Mankind will never be able to simulate build-
in some Platonic cyberspace where gravity, friction, ings this badly again.”
and entropy had never existed. Where the passage of “I could work on the color tonalities.”
the years was just an abstraction. The author of Clear- “No, no, leave that, leave it!” Preston snatched
Works was pure geek, so he didn’t realize that when the bat from Yuri’s hand. “Did you use the cortico-
you meshed bits and atoms, you had to respect the cognitive headset?”
atoms. Bits were the servants of atoms. “Bits” were “What?”
just bits of atoms. “That neural brain-reading consciousness gizmo?”
Bits came and went at the flick of a switch, but “Oh, that,” said Yuri. “It’s funny, but I never even
atoms had deep and dark and permanent physical plugged that in.”
laws. Atoms didn’t go away when you shut down the “That instant brain reader was supposed to be
screen. When you lacked a responsible way to deal extremely ‘useful and convenient.’”
with the atoms, you were a menace to yourself and Yuri shrugged. “You can’t step in the same river
all around you. twice.”
Armed with this ethical knowledge, Yuri set to A stranger peered into Roebel’s office, then stepped
work to repair the oversight. Suddenly ClearWorks inside. He was young, nattily dressed in a tailored suit,
was fighting him all the way. To get ClearWorks to and he carried a fancy valise.
tear apart its own constructions, Yuri had to break “What have we here?” he said.
its elements right down to their little, least, voxel- “You’ve found the old man’s design office,” Preston
sized bricks. told him. “Yuri Lozano: Mark Quintaine. Mark is a
Now Yuri really had a fight on his hands. The local attorney.”
program had been mumbling along in its Wagnerian Quintaine had an elegant haircut, a very practiced
grandeur, all pale timeless majesty and the sonorous manner, and a slightly eccentric business suit. He
might also conceivably have been gay, but those were Quintaine looked up. “But I don’t have any human
just his San Francisco regionalisms: oh, yeah, this clients.”
guy was a real-estate lawyer, all right. Yuri had met “Really?”
so many that he could smell them by now. “It’s true. My only true client is a large sum of
The code and the law: they were two sister prac- money. And the way that wealth-management system
tices. One of them was logical, and humane, and rig- was structured … well, it was so complex and restric-
orous, and the backbone of civilization. And the other tive that everybody ran away from it. Even the geeks
was crazy, and snarled, and corrupted, and full of who were supposed to own that wealth have fled into
loopholes. And nobody could tell which was which. a fantasy world. That wealth is like some vast black
Quintaine’s nostrils flared as he stared around bowling ball that rolls up and down Silicon Valley. Do
the office. There were holes in the sheetrock, and you guys remember that word, ‘silicon’?”
nobody had dusted the blinds. He jerked his thumb “I loved silicon,” said Yuri.
over his pin-striped shoulder. “Did he have to string “Oh, me too,” said Preston with fervor. “Silicon
the power cables right over the door frame? That’s used to be 25 percent of the planet’s crust!”
not very feng shui.” “So I had it figured,” said Quintaine, “that we would
Preston was quick to sense a slight. “I wouldn’t commission François Roebel and throw that ‘Perma-
have guessed that the Church of Computer-Human nent Construction Fund’ at him. Roebel is notorious
Symbiosis was so into feng shui.” for never completing any building on time or under
“I never speak ill of my clients,” said Quintaine, “but budget. If you look at the way that construction fund
after the five solid decades those geezers have spent was structured—well, we’re a lot better off with fan-
immersed in game environments, Chinese set design tastic, impossible, never-realized buildings. In today’s
is the least of their problems.” sustainable economy, it’s the total cost of ownership
This was a charming remark, and despite the fact that and the price of recycling that kill us.”
the man was a lawyer, Yuri found himself won over. “That’s extremely interesting,” said Yuri. “I hadn’t
“I take it you’re not a member of the church.” heard a lawyer frame that issue like that before.”
“My parents were members of that church,” said “California state law is always well ahead of the
Quintaine. “They took me into every temple ever built global and national curves.”
by the maestro in there … they are all works of genius. “Yeah, that’s right.”
But if you spend enough time in the presence of a well- “Now that you’ve come up with this exciting proposal,”
nigh supernatural talent, it can get a little samey.” He said Quintaine, confronting the workstation, “I’m get-
had been drinking. “I’m sure the world could do with ting a brain wave. This plan here is not even a ‘building,’
another François Roebel masterpiece, though.” Quin- as far as I can figure. The way the structure keeps loop-
taine had a long, goggling look at the workstation’s flick- ing around like that—that’s a process that’s permanently
ering screen. “My God in heaven! What has he done?” under construction and deconstruction. There’s no final
“That’s not a François Roebel masterpiece,” said state where one has to legally sign off and accept owner-
Yuri. ship. So that’s not a ‘building,’ legally speaking. That’s a
“Okay, I can see that, but what is that thing? It looks process. It’s a process in permanent interoperation.”
like a million giant ants are eating Notre Dame.” “Mr. Quintaine, you must be a pretty good lawyer.”
“It’s a little something I just cooked up.” Quintaine spun himself in the chair. “My firm
“You’re an architect?” has stopped calling itself a ‘law firm,’ actually. We’ve
“Once. Yeah.” moved into another set of practices that are … well …
Quintaine lifted a brow. “‘Once’?” much more contemporary.”
“I don’t call myself that. Not anymore.” Yuri shot a look at Preston. In a gesture so subtle
This remark hit Quintaine hard. “I used to call as to be almost invisible, Preston brushed one finger
myself a lawyer.” He dropped into the office chair and against his lips.
stared at the busy screen. “It took me a while to fig-
“
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ure it out: I don’t practice law. I am a fixer. I practice hen you’ve lost control of the flow of events,”
all kinds of stuff: Urban politics. Acquiring properties. Yuri told the mirror, “your duty is to hope
Managing upkeep. The piecemeal growth of holding and plan for happy accidents.”
funds. Sweeping problems under the rug for the time “Stop muttering and complaining so much,”
being—I’m required to do a whole lot of that.” Gretchen told him. She adjusted his bow tie, for the
“That sure sounds like the law to me,” Yuri said. third time. “You should try to enjoy your big night.”
“I’m still rehearsing my big speech,” said Yuri. body could pick her up and use her nose to scratch
He had read the critic’s speech six times. Preston plate glass.
Mengies was finally back in top form, given that he “Preston knows that it was all just a lucky accident,”
had an exciting controversy to exploit. “Honey, that Yuri said. “Preston is a smart guy; he was there when
speech of his is a corker! It’s full of raw meat for the I did it. He knows I didn’t really mean to do it.”
interops crowd. I’m embarrassed to deliver a rant like “Oh, sure, it was all an accident, maestro. You’re
that. Can I get away with it?” just one big fake, and so are the thousand rip-off art-
“It’s not a ‘rant,’ honey. They give you a major ists trying to imitate you.” Gretchen drew a breath
award, and you give them a major address. You have within her décolletage. “People don’t want to live in
to rise to the occasion somehow. You can’t pretend ‘buildings’ anymore, Yuri. People want to live inside
that you stole a cookie from the cookie jar.” construction programs. People are willing to pay top
Gretchen was dressed in a tawny-colored taffeta dollar to live in the way that modern people actually
evening gown. Her hair was done, her painted face do live. That’s no accident. We are rich and you are
solemn, and she looked aggressively gorgeous. famous. Understand? Only a total sap could fail to
This glamorous apparition, tidying him up and understand that. And if you’re too lazy and neurotic
chivying him along and rolling him onto the stage: this to live up to your potential, well, I’m going to beat you.
was not Gretchen Lozano at her happiest. Gretchen I’m going to hit you on the head with a stick.”
looked toned, taut, tense, and very committed. Gretchen had never spoken to him in that way—
Gretchen was happy during summer camping trips never before her father had died. It required his death
in northern Michigan. A camping trip with Yuri, his to liberate her to echo him.
two brothers, and his two sons: five howling, bois- Tommy banged at the door and wandered into their
terous, dirty men all demanding that she gut and bedroom. Tommy was 15 now, and shooting up like
cook raw fish. a weed, but in his dark, tailored suit he looked like a
That made Gretchen happy. It took a situation clockwork figurine. “Why are you two still standing
that primeval to free Gretchen from her troubled, around here? Can’t we go yet? I’m starving.”
complex heritage. In the wilderness, Gretchen for- Yuri wanted to spare him. “You really want to go
got all about her past traumas; instead, she griped to see some boring awards, Tommy? You could stay
cheerily about every new day’s dirt, smoke, filth, here and kill monsters with your little brother.”
scratches, blisters, and insect bites. In that drippy “Yeah, I gotta go to the banquet,” Tommy said with
green wilderness, full of wolves, Canadians, and cari- a shrug. “Your building is great and all the other
bou, Gretchen ate like a horse, ran like a deer, and buildings suck rocks, Dad.”
made love like a wildcat. “It’s that simple, huh?”
So he knew that Gretchen could be happy. And he “Yeah—my dad can make cool buildings that aren’t
knew how to make her happy. And there was a lot crap!”
to be said for that. “We’ll be right along, Tommy,” said Gretchen, heels
This other kind of Gretchen Lozano, the woman at clicking as she fetched her wrap. “You can have a
his shoulder tonight, was the scheming wife of a pur- snack in the limo.”
ported genius. Yuri’s new construction was famous. Tommy left. Gretchen watched him go, then
It was a permanently unstable tower of plug-in plastic printed Yuri’s cheek with a kiss-proofed lip. “‘Some
modules, all hemp, glue, and fly ash. And it rebuilt men are born great, and others have greatness thrust
itself each and every night. This radically unstable, upon them.’ If you’re at a party and five friends say
profoundly interactive, ever-shifting phenomenon was that you’re drunk, then you’re drunk. And you’d bet-
ironically named “The Monument.” It was attracting ter go lie down. But if five million people say that you
hype in the way a puddle of honey drew flies. are a genius, you had better aspire to genius. You’re
The project’s grand success had swiftly trans- not a drunk, honey. You could have been, but you got
formed Gretchen Lozano from a midwestern build- the other fate. You’re going to be just great.”
er’s wife into the elegant, high-society consort of a “That’s your final word on this subject?”
network-design superstar. Gretchen knew how to “Okay, maybe one more word. I always knew you
manage this. It was a quality that had been lurking had this in you. I just hoped it wouldn’t be too messy,
inside her always, waiting to flicker into daylight. when it finally came oozing out.”
Dressed for the banquet, Gretchen looked as sleek Bruce Sterling is an American novelist, journalist, and critic.
as a laser construction tool. She looked as if some- He edited the seminal cyberpunk anthology Mirrorshades.
M
inutes before beginning this These notes—terse, obscure, and their friends short posts that describe
piece, I twittered, “At home in endlessly self-referential—are all exam- their “status.”
Boston, writing about Twitter ples of a new phenomenon in social Two services merit attention: Twit-
one more time.” Robert Scoble, author media called “microblogs”: short elec- ter, because it was the first and is the
of the technology blog Scobleizer, tronic posts, sent to friends or to a more best known, and Pownce, because of
wrote in Half Moon Bay, CA, “Life general community, that deliver some its many features and the personality
with Milan is definitely nuts. He wakes information about the sender. Send- of its founder, Kevin Rose.
us up at 3 a.m. and we both look at ing microblogs broadcasts, “I am here!” Twitterers use mobile phones,
each other and say ‘good thing he’s so Reading microblogs satisfies the craving instant-messaging software, or Twit-
damn cute.’” In San Francisco, Twitter of many people to know the smallest ter’s own website to send and receive
cofounder Evan Williams details of the lives of peo- 140-character messages, called twit-
wrote of cofounder Biz WWW.TWITTER.COM
WWW.POWNCE.COM
ple in whom they are inter- ters or tweets. Tweets—which mostly
Stone, “Talking about Biz’s WWW.JAIKU.COM ested. Already, new-media answer Twitter’s prompt “What are
WWW.KYTE.TV
need to get better at twit- WWW.FACEBOOK.COM intellectuals have coined a you doing?”—are routed to individual
tering.” In Tokyo, someone term to describe the new friends, to networks of friends, or to
named Shiru said, “ちょっとだけサーフ social behavior they say microblogging everyone who registers with Twitter.
ィン上手くなってきた気がする仕事再開.” encourages: they talk of “presence,” a Most twitterers (or twits, as they are
(“I’m getting better at surfing. Okay, shorthand for the idea that by using sometimes inevitably called) commu-
time to get back to work.”) such tools, we can enjoy an “always on” nicate with small networks of people
On Pownce, Michael Owens, a 22- virtual omnipresence. they know, but the most loved have
year-old graphic designer in Chicago, As Kate Greene reports in her pro- thousands of people who “follow”
addressed himself sternly: “I need a file of Evan Williams, “What Is He them (to use Twitter’s own jargon).
way to force myself not to check social Doing?” (p. 44), ever since Twitter was Paul Terry Walhus, a developer from
media and blogs and webcomics and named best blog at the Web Awards Austin, TX, had 2,421 friends as of late
all the other things that I get distracted at the South by Southwest festival in September. Robert Scoble, the technol-
by.” A short time later, he posted, March 2007, the number of people ogy blogger, had 5,880. John Edwards—
“Holy Crap. The Care Bears Movie is using the microblogging service has the John Edwards—had 3,528.
on. That’s freaking awesome.” And expanded swiftly. In March, Twitter But as Evan Williams told me,
over at Facebook, Ed Vaizey, an old had 100,000 members, according to “Celebrity twitterers are really outliers,
college friend who is now a member Biz Stone; today, TwitDir.com, an inde- even though they get a lot of attention.”
of the British parliament, told his 233 pendent Twitter directory, says there Williams believes that the service is
other friends about his professional are almost 500,000 twitterers. But the best understood as a system that
reading: “Just read Robin Harris’s most obvious signal of microblogging’s swiftly routes messages, composed
biography of Talleyrand—superb; and importance is the swelling number of on a variety of devices, to the people
Edward Pearce’s biography of Walpole, Twitter peers or imitators. Recently, who have elected to receive them, in
not so good, far too arch.” a Chinese blog counted around 100 the media they prefer.
combination of private messaging and June derived from Rose’s reputation panies for premium functions. Pownce
file sharing that makes Pownce seem for creating new-media companies already charges its users for the ability
so richly functional. Such features are that hypnotize their youthful audiences to send large files. Perhaps the wireless
W
able that you should look at someone’s hen I was a destitute gradu- they should—significantly boosting my
twitter that you don’t know and wonder ate student several years ago, risk of diabetes.
why it should be interesting.” But the I decided to earn a quick $75 About 20.8 million people in the
only people who might be interested in by signing up for what sounded like a United States have diabetes, and
my microblogs—apart from 15 obsessive relatively innocuous clinical study. An another 50 million or more are at
Pontin followers on Twitter—were pre- I.V. in my left arm would feed precise risk. Although the onset of the dis-
cisely those who would be entertained amounts of glucose and insulin into ease can be delayed—sometimes
and comforted by their triviality: my my bloodstream, while from my right even prevented—with diet and exer-
family and close friends. For my part, I arm a nurse would periodi- cise, efforts by doctors and
found that the ease with which I could cally draw blood to test for DECODE T2 public-health agencies to
DIABETES TEST
communicate with those I love encour- glucose. The study would DNA Direct encourage healthy habits
aged a blithe chattiness that particularly assess how effectively my $500.00, dnadirect.com are making marginal prog-
alarmed my aged parents. They hadn’t body responded to sugar, a ress at best.
heard so much from me in years. measure that predicts risk for develop- In the last several months, how-
On the other hand, I strongly dis- ing type 2 diabetes. ever, a potential new tool for diabetes
liked the radical self-exposure of Twit- As someone with a family history of prevention has come to market. A test
ter. I wasn’t sure it was good for my the disease, I had long had a shapeless developed by the Icelandic genomics
intimates to know so much about my fear of it. A phone call from the nurse a company deCode Genetics and mar-
smallest thoughts or movements, or few days later turned that vague anxi- keted to consumers by San Francisco–
healthy for me to tell them. A little ety into something much more con- based DNA Direct determines whether
secretiveness is a necessary lubricant crete. The blood tests showed I was people carry copies of a genetic varia-
P O LLY B E C K E R
in our social relations. “insulin resistant,” meaning that my tion that can greatly increase the risk
Jason Pontin is the editor in chief of Technol- muscle, fat, and liver cells were not of developing type 2 diabetes. It’s
ogy Review. responding to insulin as efficiently as available for $500 through a website,
and DNA Direct’s marketing material Broad Institute for genomic medicine in sequence variant [linked to disease],”
suggests that positive results will give Cambridge, MA, and a physician who he says, “you could make the moral
people extra motivation to get fit. But treats diabetes patients at Massachu- argument that people who want to
critics say there is no evidence that this setts General Hospital in Boston, was know have the right to do so.”
test will succeed where so many public- one of the researchers who reported in
health efforts have failed. the New England Journal of Medicine Getting Personal
last year that among people considered While many genetic tests are already
Worth It? prediabetic—meaning their blood sugar commercially available or in the works,
Diabetes is the result of a complex mix was high but not within the diabetic deCode’s is the first to assess risk for a
of genetic and environmental factors. range—those with the high-risk variant common disease that many people can
But recent genomic studies have identi- of TCF7L2 were more likely to develop relatively easily prevent or delay. People
fied several genetic variations that con- diabetes than those with the normal with family histories of certain cancers
tribute heavily to the disease. The one version. The researchers also found can undergo tests that detect mutations
that exerts by far the biggest influence that exercise and diet could slow or pre- linked to those diseases, but the recom-
occurs in a gene called TCF7L2, which vent onset of the disease, regardless of mended interventions can be as drastic
was discovered by scientists at deCode a person’s genetic status. Yet Altshuler as preëmptive mastectomy. Scientists
in 2005; almost 20 percent of people says he would not recommend the test have also identified a genetic variant
with type 2 diabetes carry two copies to his patients. He says that although linked to increased risk of Alzheimer’s
of the high-risk version of the gene. it appears to be accurate—the varia- disease, but in that case, there are no
These people are thought to secrete tion has been linked to type 2 diabe- recommended interventions at all.
less insulin, a crucial hormone that sig- tes in multiple populations—“there is The deCode diabetes test could be a
nals cells to store glucose for energy. no evidence that this genetic test does bellwether for diagnostics that predict
A single copy of the variation some- result in an improved health outcome.” risk of heart disease, hypertension, and
what increases the risk of contracting Highlighting patients’ other risk factors, other problems that can be ameliorated
the disease, and two copies double the such as body mass index, often fails to by lifestyle changes. “This test is an
risk, regardless of other risk factors. inspire lifestyle changes, he points out, example of the direction we’re headed
The most likely customers for the and it’s not clear that a piece of genetic over time,” says Benjamin Wilfond, an
new test are people with a family his- information will be any different. ethicist who studies genetic testing at
tories of the disease, like me, or early Altshuler also worries that the test the University of Washington School
warning signs such as high blood sugar, could have unintended consequences. of Medicine in Seattle. “This is poten-
says Ryan Phelan, founder and CEO of Someone who turns out to lack the tially the sort of information that would
DNA Direct. And preliminary evidence high-risk variation might slip into be relevant to everyone.”
suggests that people who already have unhealthy habits, he says. Other crit- But as Altshuler points out, we have
diabetes might benefit as well: research ics have suggested that positive results little information on whether people
presented at a conference this year might instill in their bearers a sort of really do make lifestyle changes in
found that people with the high-risk genetic fatalism, giving them an excuse response to genetic tests. And the few
genetic variant are less likely to respond not to diet and exercise because diabe- studies that have been done are not
to a class of drugs that includes some of tes is already written into their genes. encouraging.
the most commonly prescribed treat- Given the uncertainty about the People, it seems, don’t want to
ments for type 2 diabetes. test’s impact, Altshuler argues that it’s hear bad news—or they simply ignore
But for people who don’t have too soon to market it to consumers. He it. In one study of smokers, scientists
diabetes, doctors’ advice would be suggests that, like drugs, genetic diag- found that those who tested positive
the same whether the test came back nostics should undergo clinical trials for a genetic variant that increased
positive or negative: maintain a healthy to prove their effectiveness. “If it turns their risk of developing lung cancer
weight, and exercise. So what’s the out that people given this information were more likely to have forgotten
point of testing? “If they know they’re reduce their risk of diabetes in a cost- the result six months later than those
at an increased risk, they will be moti- effective way, I’m all for it,” he says. who tested negative. And preliminary
vated toward stronger interventions, be “On the other hand, $500 is a lot to results from a study sponsored by the
it losing weight or quitting smoking,” spend if no good comes of it.” National Institutes of Health suggest
says Phelan. But deCode CEO Kári Stefánsson, that healthy people aren’t particularly
Not everyone agrees. David Altshuler, thinks it’s time to make the test avail- interested in this type of testing. In the
a geneticist at Harvard and MIT’s able. “Once you have discovered a study, scientists offer healthy people a
E
lifestyle. But so far, only about 10 per- If we don’t like that conclusion, we
cent of those approached have chosen azine published a long piece may gravitate to the opposite pole: the
to take it. “We think they don’t see called “Say Everything.” Sub- absolutism of organizations like the
themselves as particularly vulnerable,” titled “Kids, the Internet, and the End Electronic Privacy Information Cen-
says Colleen McBride, a scientist at the of Privacy: The Greatest Generation ter, the Electronic Frontier Founda-
National Human Genome Research Gap Since Rock and Roll,” the piece tion, and the ACLU, which tend to
Institute and the study’s leader. breathlessly revealed that about 60 per- construe any collection and analysis of
If healthy people got interested in cent of modern American youth already personal data by government agencies
genetic testing, they would probably be have their biographical details and (and to a lesser extent by corporations)
the group to benefit most. If they were images online at MySpace, Facebook, as potentially violating the U.S. Con-
found to be at high risk, they could try YouTube, or similar social-networking stitution’s Fourth Amendment guar-
to prevent even the first signs of dis- websites. New York’s reporter made a antee of citizens’ rights “to be secure
ease. “Right now, we can’t get on the big deal about how “the kids” made in their persons, houses, papers, and
radar screen of healthy, young individu- her “feel very, very old.” Not only did effects, against unreasonable searches
als because they don’t see themselves as they casually accept that the and seizures.”
THE FUTURE OF
susceptible to diseases that occur later record of their lives could be REPUTATION: GOSSIP, But these two positions
in life,” says McBride. But new genetic Googled by anyone at any RUMOR, AND PRIVACY may feel, even to their propo-
ON THE INTERNET
tests “might be the kick start they need time, but they also tended By Daniel J. Solove nents, more theoretical than
to engage them in the process,” she says. to think of themselves as Yale University Press,
2007, $24.00
practicable. Happily, The
“The more personal the risk is, the more having an audience. Some Future of Reputation: Gos-
likely they are to react to it.” even considered their elders’ expec- sip, Rumor, and Privacy on the Internet,
When I first learned about my own tations about privacy to be a weird, by Daniel J. Solove, associate professor
risk for diabetes, I began exercising old-fogey thing—a narcissistic hang- of law at the George Washington Univer-
religiously and viewed white flour and up. One teenage girl was asked about sity Law School, offers alternatives.
sugar with suspicion, with the result cases in which sexual material featur- The book isn’t much concerned
that I dropped 30 pounds. Since then, ing girls her own age had been posted with privacy advocates’ usual bête
my blood sugar tests have all been nor- on the Internet without the subjects’ noire, the surveillance state. Instead,
mal. As a result, my vigilance waned. permission. “It’s either documented Solove focuses on a more down-to-
That’s why I decided to order the test, online for other people to see or it’s earth set of concerns. Nowadays,
which is almost as easy as buying a not, but either way you’re still doing thanks to Marshall McLuhan, we’re
book from Amazon: a credit card and it,” the girl replied. “So my philoso- accustomed to talking about the
the time to answer a quick question- phy is, why hide it?” “global village.” But traditionally, in
naire about family history and other Some prominent technologists have villages, everybody knew everybody
risk factors are all it takes. I sent in my arrived at roughly the same conclu- else’s business; personal privacy and
DNA-coated swabs a few weeks ago sion—if a little more reluctantly. As Sun anonymity are social constructs that
and am awaiting my results. I realize Microsystems chairman Scott McNealy achieved their current legitimacy
that I’ll need to keep exercising and put it in 1999, “You have zero privacy when increasing numbers of people
eating right regardless, but I want to anyway. Get over it.” The view that started moving to cities in the 18th
know anyway, partly out of curiosity—a surveillance is already ubiquitous led and 19th centuries. Nonetheless, pri-
positive result could explain my own David Brin to argue, in his 1998 book vacy remains simply, as Columbia Uni-
lengthy family history of diabetes—and The Transparent Society, that our only versity professor emeritus of public law
partly because I think that for me, a real choice is between a society that Alan F. Westin has phrased it, “the
positive result will provide extra moti- offers the illusion of privacy, by restrict- claim of individuals, groups, or insti-
vation. Every little bit counts. ing the power of surveillance to those tutions to determine for themselves
Emily Singer is the biotechnology and life sci- in power, and one where the masses when, how, and to what extent infor-
ences editor of Technology Review. have it too. Brin prefers the latter. mation about them is communicated
to others.” That claim had far less boyfriends, a DC lawyer, who’d had Solove sees an expanded role for
authority in the smaller communities no idea that her accounts of their trysts law here, but he disapproves of authori-
in which most people once lived, and had been appearing on the Internet. tarian legislation that attempts to ban
those communities had greater power Cutler had used his initials and men- specific kinds of speech or activity. He
to enforce social norms by enhancing tioned that he worked for the same also thinks that although people who
or destroying reputations. In 1910, senator that she did, making his iden- feel abused online can and should have
writer John Jay Chapman testified elo- tity—and his spanking fetish—quite recourse to tort, defamation, and pri-
quently to the extent of that power: “If clear. “RS” left his job and launched vacy law, each of these areas needs
a man can resist the influences of his suits against Cutler for invasion of pri- reconsideration. Before being allowed
townsfolk, if he can cut free from the vacy. The wrangling is being watched to proceed with litigation, he suggests,
tyranny of neighborhood gossip, the by privacy groups for the precedents it plaintiffs could be compelled to prove,
world has no terrors for him; there is may establish about whether bloggers first, that they sought redress out-
no second inquisition.” are obligated to protect the privacy side court, and second, either that the
And yet, as Solove points out, the of those they discuss. Solove points defendants refused to remove harmful
current state of the Internet allows out that balancing the right to privacy material or that the damage done was
townsfolk to be nearly lethal. For one against the First Amendment’s guar- severe and irreparable.
example of the inquisitorial possibili- antee of free speech has always been Beneath Solove’s legal suggestions
ties presented by the digital global vil- problematic; Cutler’s case, however rests a keen insight about the extent
lage, he suggests, consider the young amusing, shows that the Internet has to which the Internet changes basic
woman who let her small dog crap on made that dilemma even more acute. questions about privacy. Traditionally,
the floor of a South Korean subway Solove reminds us, the law’s view
train in 2005 and then ignored other of privacy has been binary: if some-
passengers who told her to clean up body is filmed in public, that person
the mess. Somebody took pictures and is deemed to have had no reasonable
posted them on a blog. Within hours, expectation of privacy; anyone who
the photos were on dozens of other really wanted privacy, the law gen-
blogs; within days, the young woman erally says, should have stayed home.
had been identified, the story had Similarly, if somebody communicates
reached Korea’s mainstream media, confidential information—that he’s
and millions knew her as gae-ttong- HIV-positive, say—to a trusted circle
nyue, or “dog poop girl.” In response, of 50-odd acquaintances, and one of
she dropped out of her university. them then conveys the facts beyond
Or take the case of Jessica Cutler, that circle, the law makes it difficult
a junior staffer for a U.S. sena- to sue for breach of confidentiality.
tor, who began blogging in 2004 as Solove believes it should be harder for
the Washingtonienne. According to Solove describes the spectrum of someone to betray trust in that kind of
Solove, Cutler’s blog “described daily sites set up to tarnish reputations. At situation, and he proposes using social-
adventures … which consisted of a lot the lighter end is Bitterwaitress.com, network theory, which analyzes social
of partying with various men.” The with its searchable “Shitty Tipper relationships in terms of nodes (indi-
blog featured a revolving cast of a Database,” which contains alleged vidual actors within a network) and
half-dozen of these, and Cutler wrote culprits’ names and their rankings ties (the relationships between those
sexually graphic commentary about as cheapskates. Sites such as Don’t actors), to determine when a reason-
her exploits with them. A much-read Date Him Girl have greater potential able expectation of privacy exists.
Beltway gossip blog called Wonkette to harm the people they profile. And Solove’s proposals in The Future of
soon linked to Cutler. The result- on the dark end of the spectrum are Reputation, if tried, might work or fail.
ing notoriety got Cutler fired, but it fringe sites like the Nuremberg Files, They have the virtue, at least, of giving
R O B E RT J O N E S/AR CAN G E L I MAG E S
also attracted the likes of the Wash- which profiles doctors who perform us something to think about beyond
ington Post, the New York Times, and abortions. Until it was forced to stop the old binary view of privacy, which is
CNN, and earned her a $300,000 book doing so, it listed those wounded by too blunt and dysfunctional to address
contract and a Playboy photo shoot. antiabortion activists in gray type and privacy in the Internet era.
Things went less swimmingly, Solove put a line through the names of those Mark Williams is a Technology Review con-
observes, for one of Cutler’s former who’d been killed. tributing editor.
Virus-Built
Electronics
Assembling nanomaterials
with the help of innocuous
viruses could lead to threadlike
batteries and photovoltaics that
can be woven into clothing.
By Kevin Bullis
A
ngela Belcher leans in to watch as
a machine presses down slowly
on the plunger of a syringe,
injecting a billion harmless viruses
into a clear liquid. Instead of diffus-
ing into the solution as they escape
the needle, the viruses cling together,
forming a wispy white fiber that’s
several centimeters long and about as
strong as a strand of nylon. A graduate
student, Chung-Yi Chiang, fishes it out Belcher has created virus-based thin
with a pair of tweezers. Then he holds films for rechargeable batteries. Now
it up to an ultraviolet light, and the that she can spin viruses into fibers, she
fiber begins to glow bright red. envisions threadlike batteries and other
In producing this novel fiber, the electronic devices that can be woven
researchers have demonstrated a directly into clothing. “It’s not really
completely new way of making nano- analogous to anything that’s done now,”
materials, one that uses viruses as she says. “It’s about giving totally new
microscopic building blocks. Belcher, kinds of functionalities to fibers.”
a professor of materials science and The virus-based fibers have caught
biological engineering at MIT, says the attention of U.S. Army research-
the approach has two main advan- ers. They hope to incorporate future
tages. First, in high concentrations versions of the fibers into uniforms,
the viruses tend to organize them- weaving them into the fabric along
selves, lining up side by side to form with other supporting materials. The
an orderly pattern. Second, the viruses resulting fabrics could have an array
can be genetically engineered to bind of advanced capabilities. Clothing
to and organize inorganic materials made with them could sense agents Spinning Viruses
such as those used in battery elec- of chemical and biological warfare; it Belcher uses different procedures to
trodes, transistors, and solar cells. The might also store energy from the sun make different kinds of virus fibers. To
programmed viruses coat themselves and power portable electronic devices, make the glowing fibers, she first used
with the materials and then, by align- such as night-vision gear. Charlene conventional genetic-engineering meth-
ing with other viruses, assemble into Mello, a macromolecular scientist at ods to modify the virus DNA so that one
P H OTO G RAP H S BY P O RTE R G I F FO R D
crystalline structures useful for mak- the Natick Soldier Research, Devel- of the proteins that make up the body
ing high-performance devices. opment, and Engineering Center in of the virus has extra copies of a spe-
But the approach is not just an alter- Natick, MA, says that while such uni- cific amino acid at one end. At the same
native way to make familiar devices; forms will probably take decades to time, the researchers synthesized quan-
it could also be the impetus for devel- develop, Belcher’s work has paved the tum dots (semiconductor nanocrystals
oping entirely new ones. In past work, way for them. that emit intense light at precisely tuned
wavelengths) with surface amine groups modify viruses to work with a range added DNA, which codes for a short
that bind to the overproduced amino of materials. strand of amino acids called a peptide,
acid. The result: hundreds of quantum In this case, directed evolution is inserted into the gene for a select
dots glommed onto each virus, which begins with a small vial that Chiang protein. Since there are so many vari-
combined with similar viral particles to pulls from a refrigerator. Inside is ations among the viruses in the vial,
form a fiber that emits light. a clear fluid that contains a billion some of them should randomly have
Often, however, it’s not obvious viruses; they are nearly identical, but peptides that bind to a useful inor-
how to make a virus bind to specific each has a subtle genetic variation ganic material. The researchers sim-
inorganic materials, such as gold par- introduced by the researchers. The ply pour the contents of the vial onto a
ticles. In these situations, Belcher uses variations are, in part, fortuitous: the target material, such as a small square
a method sometimes called “directed researchers add a randomly generated of gold, and give the viruses a chance
evolution,” which allows her to quickly sequence of DNA to each virus. But the to bind. Then they wash the material.
STR E NGTH TEST Under ultraviolet light (above), a fiber made of genetically engineered
viruses that bind to cadmium selenide nanocrystals glows red. A fiber made of unmodi-
fied viruses appears blue. Virus-based fibers could be used in sensors and other appli-
cations. At top right, Chung-Yi Chiang prepares a fiber for mechanical testing. Stretch
tests (bottom right) confirm that the fiber is strong enough to be woven into clothing.
After a few repetitions, only the viruses the needle, the closely packed viruses fibers could be twisted together, with a
that happen to bind strongly remain. tend to hold together. But to further polymer electrolyte between them, to
The process allows the researchers to strengthen the fiber, the researchers make a rechargeable battery that could
quickly engineer viruses to bind to a add a chemical linking agent to the be woven into clothes.
particular material, even if they don’t solution; this agent binds neighbor- Hurdles remain to be cleared, of
know ahead of time what sequence of ing viruses to each other. The desired course, before the technique will
amino acids is likely to work. inorganic materials can be added either yield complex practical devices. For
Once the right viruses have been before or after the fiber is formed. one thing, Belcher will need to invent
made, getting them to form a fiber is Encouraged by their success with fibers that do more than just glow red.
relatively simple. First, the research- the quantum-dot-studded glowing But her methods make it relatively
ers concentrate the viruses so that fibers, Belcher and her coworkers hope easy to try out different materials and
their shape and chemical properties to show that similar fibers can be made new designs. The simple virus, says
induce them to pack closely together in into, among other things, sensors, Belcher, gives her a great deal of flexi-
a crystalline pattern. Then they force solar cells, and batteries. For example, bility. “It’s just a wonderful unit,” she
the viruses through a needle and into they envision engineering two types of says. “Nature gives you the perfect
a solution—a conventional process, virus fibers, one that serves as a nega- starting material.”
called spinning, that helps determine tive battery electrode and another that Kevin Bullis is the nanotechnology and materi-
the diameter of the fiber. After leaving serves as a positive electrode. These als science editor of Technology Review.
A BETTER MOUSETRAP !
form for testing heart drugs. (The light are made in dedicated indium light-amplifying and light-absorbing
devices provide an easy way to moni- phosphorous clean rooms. Silicon- regions of the device were electrically
tor the effect of drugs on heart tissue.) based lasers that could be made on isolated from each other.
Eventually, they could be used in new existing high-volume semiconductor N EXT STE PS: Currently, the laser’s
types of robots that can change shape, manufacturing lines would be much performance drops at the high tem-
grip objects, and propel themselves. cheaper. Until now, silicon lasers have peratures that can be characteristic of
METHODS: The researchers used a been incapable of emitting pulses of network hardware. The researchers
fabrication method called spin coating
to make ultrathin elastic films; then
they applied patterns of proteins to the
films. Finally, they added heart-muscle
cells; guided by the protein patterns, the
cells organized themselves into work-
ing muscle tissue. To make the various
devices, the researchers cut the muscu-
lar thin films into specific shapes (such
as a triangle that resembled a fish’s tail)
and changed the alignment of the cells.
The devices, which must remain in a
solution that keeps the muscles alive,
can be controlled by electronic signals
sent through the solution.
N EXT STE PS: The researchers are
working to create devices that use
human muscle tissue, perhaps grown This image depicts a new design for hybrid need to modify the device so it can
from stem cells; such devices could be silicon lasers. Prototypes of the lasers are withstand these temperatures, and it
fast enough for use in telecom networks.
used in drug testing or to patch dam- will have to pass other tests of robust-
aged heart muscle. So far, the muscle ness. In addition, the researchers are
tissue survives for only a few weeks. light that are short enough and have exploring the best way to combine the
For robotics applications, the scientists high enough frequencies for use in laser with other components, such as
may combine heart muscle with other telecommunications networks. The modulators, to make silicon-based
types of cells to increase longevity. researchers hope that the new silicon- photonic chips.
based device could replace the costlier
lasers now used in optical networks.
I N F O R M AT I O N T E C H N O LO GY
M ETHODS: The construction of the
Why Wi-Fi Fails
Faster Silicon Laser device begins with a wafer in which a
A diagnostic system determines
A new design could yield a more where and why buildingwide
layer of silicon dioxide is sandwiched
practical light source for systems falter
between two layers of silicon. In the
telecommunications networks
top layer of silicon, the researchers
etch a channel called a waveguide. To SOU RCE: “Automating Cross-Layer
SOU RCE: “Mode-Locked Silicon the top of the wafer they bond strips Diagnosis of Enterprise Wireless
Evanescent Lasers” Networks”
of indium phosphide; when current
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n a single week in early August
2007, one of Goldman Sachs’s it was the product of herd panic, not
hedge funds lost as much as $1.5 so different from the sudden panic
billion, about 30 percent of its value— that occurs among herds of antelope
a stunning loss, but by no means on the plains of Africa. To know why
unique in the industry. In the same the crash took place precisely when it
stretch, billions of dollars melted did would require understanding herd
away from other top funds, too. psychology, and even the best animal
It all started with a high number behavior experts don’t pretend to know
of people defaulting on subprime why antelopes (or humans) panic pre-
loans (loans extended to high-risk cisely when they do.
customers). A few hedge funds, In the summer of 2007, computer
notably the Bear Stearns High-Grade models were still very much human
Structured Credit Fund, had bought creations. Once fund managers
up these loans and repackaged them understood what was happening—
as credit derivatives to use as collat- too many computers were executing
eral in further transactions. As the the same types of trades based on
derivatives tanked, investors were the same strategy—the models were
forced to sell off higher-quality secu- the market’s single-day 508-point altered, and in time, many losses
rities—blue-chip equities such as drop on October 19, 1987, a day now were recovered. Still, the underlying
Microsoft, IBM, and General Elec- known as Black Monday. Of the ’87 cause of the panic is as debatable now
tric—in order to make up shortfalls in crash, Thurow wrote, as it was for Thurow in 1987:
collateral. As the sell-off spread, the Computers make program trad- Since higher interest rates mean
downturn accelerated into a nosedive ing possible because they can moni- constraints on economic growth, it
(see “The Blow-Up,” p. 36). tor more information faster and give was inevitable that the stock market
Afterwards, some critics argued the appropriate buy or sell orders would fall (whether slowly or
that the computer models used to long before a human could figure out quickly) to bring the price of stocks
value financial products had become what to do. However, the techniques back into equilibrium with that of
so complex that buyers didn’t know of program trading and the software bonds. Whether stocks were being
what they were getting; others held used to practice them are very much traded by computers or humans is
that computer-based trading strate- human creations. Like all expert sys- beside the point.
gies had exacerbated the sell-off. It tems, they merely mimic the actions As to how … markets were able to
was not the first time computers had of a human expert, in this case a bro- get so far out of line without an earlier
been blamed for financial turmoil. ker. The computer can only respond to correction, that is a complicated story.
In a Technology Review article events that have already happened and Put simply, it depends upon the age-
from February/March 1988 titled act according to the rules built into the old willingness to suspend one’s criti-
“Did the Computer Cause the program by the broker. Thus, to blame cal judgment when lots of money is
Crash?”, Lester C. Thurow, then the market’s rapid fall on the fact that being made. It happened in the Dutch
dean of MIT’s Sloan School of Man- computers are automatically execut- tulip mania of 1637. It happened
agement, argued that computer- ing decisions that brokers would have again in the computerized stock mar-
driven trades were not at fault for made anyway is to make the common ket of 1987.
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