Distraction

“So you’ve achieved a great success,” Oscar said. “Then explain something to me. Your lab’s had more private funding than any other Materials facility, but you’ve never shipped a product. You’re the Principal Investigator here, but you’ve had more krewe turnover than any other lab…”

“They were all spies!” Chander said. “They were spies and sabo-teurs! I didn’t have any choice but to fire them.”

“I’ve noticed that the rest of your krewe hasn’t joined your per-sonal industrial action here.”

“Their morale’s been destroyed. They know we’ve been targeted for removal. They know all their hard work will come to nothing. They’re just hoping that someday the memories will fade.” Chander’s shoulders slumped.

“This is a remarkable story. I’ll have to check this story out with your industrial liaison.”

“Sure. Go ahead. His name is Ron Griego, he’s a project man-ager for corporate R D up in Detroit.”

Oscar blinked. “Would that be Ronald K. Griego?”

“You actually know Ron Griego?”

“I think I do,” Oscar said, frowning. “In fact, I suspect we can see this matter properly expedited in short order.”

After leaving Dr. Chander, mollified at least to the point of eating, Oscar and Kevin sought shelter in the lush foliage north of the Ge-netic Fragmentation unit. Oscar then called Griego’s krewe secretary in Detroit.

“Forgive me for cold-calling you, ma’am, but I think Mr. Griego will want to talk to me. Would you please tell Ron that it’s Oscar Valparaiso, class of ’37, and that it’s an urgent federal matter?”

Griego was on the phone within five minutes. He and Oscar traded wary pleasantries.

“Went into the family car business after all, eh, Ron?”

“That’s why Dad sent me to Harvard,” Griego said. “What’s with this awful phone co

“Encryption and rerouting. Sorry. Look, it’s about the Buna Na-tional Collaboratory.”

“I hear you’re shutting the place down,” Griego said cheerfully. “There’s a big workers’ strike going on there. Well, of course that’s a blow to our futuristic research effort, but I don’t want you to worry. We understand labor troubles, here in the auto business. If we can lobby Congress to let us keep this fiscal year’s R D deductions, we think we can survive the loss of our Buna lab.”

“Sorry, but it won’t be quite that easy, Ron.”

“But I’m making it easy for you,” Griego said, wounded. “Shut the place down, fire ’em all. Zero it out, lock the doors, it’s over, they’re history. What could be easier than that?”

“Oh, that’s easy enough for me — I meant to say that it wouldn’t be easy for you.”

“I might have known,” Griego groaned. “Why can’t it ever be easy with you, Valparaiso? What have you got against the rest of us? What is your problem?”

“Just fitting a few loose ends together. Believe me, Ron, I can sympathize. It must have been a nightmare for you — netwarring some krewe of lunatics who built a magic sugar battery.”

“Oh, Christ.”

“Look, Ron, relax. Remember that time I hid those two hook-ers from the campus police? I never outed you on anything, and I’m not pla

There was a long uneasy silence. Then Griego burst out in a fury. “Don’t get all high-and-mighty with me, Mr. Third-in-His-Class. You think it’s easy ru

“I understand about interlocking directorates and mutual stock ownership, Ron. I was sitting right next to you in business school, remember? Cut to the chase — what about the battery?”

“Batteries have the highest profit margin of any automobile component. We were making money there. You can’t make real money anywhere else in our business. The Koreans are building auto bodies out of straw and paper! We can’t support an industry when cars are cheaper than grocery carts! What are we go

“Thank you for that, Ron. Now we’re getting somewhere. So tell me this — why didn’t you just pull his damn funding?”

“If only it were that simple! We’re required by federal fiat to invest in basic R D. It was part of our federal bailout deal. We’re supposed to have trade protection, and we’re supposed to catch our breath, and jump a generation ahead of our foreign competitors. But if we jump a generation ahead of the damn Koreans, our industry will vanish entirely. People will make cars the way they make pop-up toast. Proles will build cars out of bio-scrap, and compost them in the backyard. We’ll all be doomed.”

“So you’re telling me that you’ve achieved a tremendous scien-tific R D success, but as a collateral effect, it will eliminate your industry.”

“Yeah. That’s it. Exactly. And I’m sorry, but we just can’t face that. We have stockholders to worry about, we have a labor force. We don’t want to end up like the computer people did. Jesus, there’s no sense to that. It’s total madness, it’s demented. We’d be cutting our own throats.”

“Ron, take it easy, okay? I’m with you here, I’m following your argument. Thanks for leveling with me. I comprehend your situation now. It fits into the big picture.”

Oscar drew a breath. “You see, Ron, the true core issue here is the basic interplay of commerce and science. I’ve been giving a lot of thought to this problem recently, and now I realize that the old-style big-science game is just no longer tenable. Only savages and Con-gressmen could believe that science is a natural friend of commerce. Science has never been the friend of commerce. The truth doesn’t have any friends. Sometimes the interests of science and commerce can coincide for a little while, but that’s not a marriage. It’s a danger-ous liaison. If you’re a working businessman, R D can turn on you with sudden, vicious speed.”

“You got that right,” Griego said fervently.

“Ron, it saddens me to see you jerked around in this way. If you don’t want to finance R D, that ought to be a decision properly left to the industry. You shouldn’t be compelled to take action by distant, uncaring federal bureaucrats who don’t understand the real dynamics of private enterprise. And most of all, you certainly shouldn’t have to waste your time, and mine, ru

Griego sighed into the phone. “Okay, Oscar. You can stop sweet-talking me now. What are you pla

“Well, I could out this whole ugly thing. Then we’d have inves-tigations, and Senate hearings, and possible indictments, and the whole tiresome, unfortunate business. But suppose that never happened. Suppose that I could personally guarantee you that this guy’s miracle battery drops right off the edge of the earth. And all that costs you is a mere fifty percent of your current R D invest-ment.”