“What are we seeing, Craig?” Lyman said.
“Kurt,” Alan said.
“Right, Kurt,” he said. “Sorry.”
“We’re seeing the grid here. See how the access points go further up the spectrum the more packets they get? I’m associated with that bad boy right there.” He gestured to the box blinking silently in the middle of the board room table. “And it’s connected to one other, which is connected to a third.”
Lyman picked up his phone and dialed a speed-dial number. “Hey, can you unplug the box on my desk?”
A moment later, one of the boxes on the display winked out. “Watch this,” Kurt said, as the remaining two boxes were joined by a coruscating line. “See that? Self-healing. Minimal packet loss. Beautiful.”
“That’s hot,” Lyman said. “That makes me all wet.”
They chuckled nervously at his crudity. “Seriously.”
“Here,” Kurt said, and another window popped up, showing twenty or more boxes with marching ant trails between them. “That’s a time-lapse of the Kensington network. The boxes are running different versions of the firmware, so you can see that in some edge cases, you get a lot more oscillation between two similar signals. We fixed that in the new version.”
The graybeard said, “How?”