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David chimed in, nodding. "There's a game in the States now called Worldrun. I play it a lot, it's very popular.... Protein tech, like this, is one of your major tools for world stability.
Without it, there are food riots, cities crumble, governments go down... . And not just in Africa, either."
"This is work," Andrei said. "Not a game."
"We don't make that distinction," David told him seri- ously. "We don't have `work' in Rizome just things to do, and people to do them." He smiled wi
In Rizome, we know this-hell, that's why we came to Grenada. "
He turned to Prentis. "I got a copy on my rig-call me up,
I can download it, for you. You too, Andrei."
Prentis snickered. "Uh, I can access the Bank from here,
David.... Computer games, they've got a couple hundred thousand on file, all kinds, all languages...."
"Pirated?" Laura said.
Prentis ignored her. "But Worldrun, I'll give it a shot, could be fun, I like to keep up with what's new...."
David touched his earpiece. "How long have you been in
Grenada, Dr. Prentis?"
"Ten years four months," Prentis said. "And very reward- ing work, too." He gestured out at the thudding rigs outside the glass. "You look at this and you may think: secondhand plant, jury-rig, corner cutting.... But we got something they'll never match Stateside. We got the True Entrepreneurial
Spirit...." Prentis stepped behind the desk and yanked open a bottom drawer.
He started piling things on the scarred tabletop: pipe cleaners,
X-acto knives, a magnifying glass, a stack of tape cas- settes held with a rubber band. "We'll tackle anything here, shake it, turn it upside down, look at any angle... you can blue-sky it, brainstorm... . The money boys here, they're not like those jaspers back Stateside; once they trust you, well, it's just like a block grant, only better. You get True Intellectual
Freedom.... " More crap hit the desk: rubber stamps, paperweights, molecular tinker toys. "And they know how to party, too! You might not think so to see those Movement cadres up-deck, but you never seen a carnival fete in Grenada... - They go ape!
They really know how to get loose... . Oh, here it is." He pulled out an unmarked tube; it looked like toothpaste. "Now this is something!"
"What is it?" David said.
"What? Just the greatest suntan lotion ever made, that's all!" He tossed it to David. "We invented this right here in
Grenada. It's not just sunscreens and emollients. Hell, that old crap just layers the epidermis. But this soaks right into the cells, changes the reaction structure...."
David unscrewed the cap. A sharp, minty reek filled the room. "Whew!" He recapped it.
"No, keep it."
David stuck the tube in his pocket. "I haven't seen this on the market... .
"Hell, no, you haven't. And you know why? 'Cause the
Yankee health feds flunked it, that's why. A 'mutagen risk.'
`Carcinogenic.' In a pig's eye, brother!" Prentis slammed the drawer shut. "Raw sunlight! Now that's a real cancer risk.
But no, they'll let that go, won't they? 'Cause it's `natural.' "
Prentis sneered. "Sure, you use that lotion every day for forty years, maybe you get a little problem. Or maybe you already got gastric ulcers from booze! That'll wreck you from top to bottom, but you don't see them ba
Goddamn hypocrites."
"I take your point," Laura said. "But look what's been done about cigarettes. Alcohol's a drug too, and people's attitudes-"
Prentis stiffened. "You're not go
"The Charles Nogues is a food ship," Andrei said. "I have told them this already."
"I don't make dope!" Prentis said. "You believe that?"
"Sure," David said, surprised.
"People come down here, they try and hit off me," Prentis complained. "They say, `Hey Brian, pal, bet you got tons of syncoke, never miss a couple teaspoons for us, huh?"' He glared. "Well, I'm off that. Totally."
Laura blinked. "We weren't trying to imply-"
Prentis pointed angrily at David. "Look, he's listening.
What are they telling you on the Net, huh? All about me, I bet. Jesus Christ." Prentis stamped out from behind the desk.
"They never forget, do they? Sure, I'm famous! I did it-the Prentis Polysaccharide Process-man, I made millions for Biogen. And they had me on hot proteins, too...." He held up thumb and finger. "I was that far from the Nobel, maybe! But that was live bioactives, Type Three Security. So they made me piss in a cup." He glared at Laura. "You know what that means."
"Drug tests," Laura said. "Like for airline pilots...."
"I had this girl friend," Prentis said slowly. "Kind of a live wire. Not one of those Goddess types, but, you know, a party girl... . `Brian,' she says, `you'll make it really smooth, behind a couple lines.' And she was right!" He whipped off his glasses. "Goddamn it, she was the most fun I ever had."
"I'm sorry," Laura said in the sudden embarrassed si- lence. "Did they fire you?"
"Not at first. But they took me off everything important, wanted to give me to their goddamn shrinks... . A lab like that, it's like a fuckin' monastery. 'Cause what if you crack, y'know, what if you run out with some Jell-O in your pocket
... dangerous Jell-O... patented Jell-O."
"Yeah, it's tough," David told him. "I guess they pretty much run your social life."
"Well, more fools they," Prentis said, a little calmer now.
"Guys with imagination ...visionaries ... we need elbow room. Space to relax. An outfit like Biogen, it ends up with bureaucrats. Drones. That's why they're not getting any- where." He put his glasses back on. Then he sat on the desk, swinging his feet. "A conspiracy, that's what it is. All those
Net multinationals, they're in each other's pockets. It's a closed market, no real competition. That's why they're fat and lazy. But not here."
"But if it's dangerous... " Laura began.
"Dangerous? Hell, I'll show you dangerous." Prentis bright- ened. "Stay here, I'll be back, you gotta see this. Everybody oughta see this."
He hopped down and vanished into his back office.
Laura and David traded uneasy glances. They looked at
Andrei. Andrei nodded. "He's right, you know."
Prentis emerged. He was brandishing a yard-long scimitar.
"Jesus Christ!" David said.
"It's from Singapore," Prentis said. "They make 'em for the Third World market. You ever see one of these?" He waved it. David stepped backward. "It's a machete," Prentis said impatiently. "You're a Texan, right? You must have seen a machete before."
"Yeah," David said. "For clearing brush ..."
Prentis slammed the machete down, overhand. It hit the desk with a shriek. The desk's corner flew off and hit the floor, spi
The machete blade had sheared completely through the wooden desk. It had sliced off an eight-inch triangle of tabletop, including two sections of desk wall and the back of a drawer.
Prentis picked up the severed chunk and set it on the desk like a little wooden pyramid. "Not a splinter! You want to give it a try, Dave?"
"No thanks," David said.
Prentis gri
"A wicked knife," Prentis said, dusting his hands. "Maybe you think that's dangerous, but you don't see it all, yet. You know what that,is? That's peasant technology, brother. It's slash-and-burn agriculture. You know what that might do to what's left of the planet's tropical forests? It'll make every straw-hat Brazilian into Paul Bunyan, that's what. The most dangerous bio-tech in the world is a guy with a goat and an axe.