The graybeard passed his unit on to the others at the table.
“Does it work?” he said.
“Yeah,” Kurt said.
“Well, that’s pretty cool,” he said.
Kurt blushed. “I didn’t write the firmware,” he said. “Just stuck it together from parts of other peoples’ projects.”
“So, what’s the plan?” Lyman said. “How many of these are you going to need?”
“Hundreds, eventually,” Alan said. “But for starters, we’ll be happy if we can get enough to shoot down to 151 Front.”
“You’re going to try to peer with someone there?” The East Indian woman had plugged the AP into a riser under the boardroom table and was examining its blinkenlights.
“Yeah,” Alan said. “That’s the general idea.” He was getting a little uncomfortable—these people weren’t nearly hostile enough to their ideas.
“Well, that’s very ambitious,” Lyman said. His posse all nodded as though he’d paid them a compliment, though Alan wasn’t sure. Ambitious could certainly be code for “ridiculous.”