The Caryatids - Bruce Sterling [62]
Rishi came forward. “I have Frank Osbourne waiting for you.”
Freddy was glad for the change of subject. “Let’s have a word with the gentleman.”
The starchitect’s avatar appeared in a corner of the Family’s situation map.
“So, Frank,” said Freddy, “you’re in a simulation at the moment?”
“Gotta be in a simulation,” grumbled the architect. “All the big construction business happens inside simulations.”
“You didn’t notice the most recent big earthquake?”
“Was there a tremor?” Osbourne said. “I’m logging in from Vancouver.”
“No? Then let us be the first to tell you that your new showroom museum came through a major seismic event with flying colors! Congratulations.”
“No kidding?” said Osbourne. “Swell!”
“Except for a power outage,” Guillermo put in sourly.
“I told you to let me handle the power!” the starchitect shouted. “I told you I needed full command over the grid! I told you that! I told you all that from day one!”
“We did our best for you on the very difficult power issue, Frank,” said Freddy cordially. “Actual architecture differs from virtual architecture. We can’t just reconfigure everything on the fly.”
“Didn’t you read my white paper? You can’t make those obsolete distinctions anymore! Bits and atoms: Bits are bits of atoms! The sensorweb is Reality 2.0! So it’s all exactly the same! Debate over!”
“It’s great to see you’re the same old Frank Osbourne,” said Freddy. “We’ve really missed working with you. That was always so stimulating.”
“Yeah?” said the avatar, its host of tiny polygons brightening a little. “So, how’d your mossy old mansion come through the latest quake? When are you guys gonna do your major facelift on that place?”
“Do you have something specific in mind for us, Frank?”
“For you? For the Montgomery-Montalbans? Absolutely I do! You know those mobile geodesics in the LACFS?” The architect called his posh structure “Lack-Fuss,” an irony that hadn’t been lost on Radmila.
“Spontaneous construction!” the avatar declared. “The potential there hasn’t begun to be tapped! We could do amazing things with that technique. Incredible things. And fast. I could do that tomorrow! If it weren’t for those Neanderthals in the seismic code departments!”
The avatar’s face wasn’t moving much, but they could hear Osbourne furiously hissing through his teeth. “That’s all political crap! It’s got nothing to do with public safety! It’s all about the trades and the subcontractors. They’re a lousy bunch of featherbedders! They’re a vast conspiracy!”
“We’ve heard that before,” said Freddy.
“Yeah, but you people could handle a thing like that. Easy! That little zoning war in La Mirada, you people were wizards at that.”
“That’s very kind of you, Frank. We appreciate your confidence in us as clients.”
“You people are such a class act,” the architect said. “It was sweet of you to tell me about my latest triumph in reactive engineering. We might try to get the word out about that, a little. Spread that around on the net some.”
“We’re doing that right now, Frank,” Freddy lied calmly. “The eyewitnesses certainly won’t soon forget it.”
“That is just great. That’s tremendous. That is out of this world. You sweet people call me any time you want, all right? Don’t mind my secretary.”
“We’ll do that, Frank. You stay busy.”
The avatar vanished.
Radmila seized her chance to bolster the Family’s mood. “You always handle him so well, Freddy.”
“He’s just another brilliant, irreplaceable creative genius.” Freddy shrugged. “They’re all the same.”
“I want to say something now, please,” Radmila said, standing and triggering a soundtrack. “I felt something so deep in my heart today … This terrible loss our Family suffered … and this nightmare about this volcano … I know that bad things can happen in this world. We’ve suffered a very great loss. And yes, things are getting worse: so that a great disaster seems likely to happen. But that doesn’t scare me. No. That’s what I want to tell you—right now. I’m not afraid. Because I believe in us.”
They were all staring at her. Machines couldn’t have stared half as hard.