"Thanks," Oliver said. "I'll check in from time to time."
"Or call me," Myron said. "I've got my eye on some companies—domestic natural gas, fiber optics, fuel cell technology."
"I've heard of fuel cells. What are they?"
"They produce electricity directly from a source of hydrogen. You feed them pure hydrogen or a hydrocarbon fuel; you get electricity, heat, and water. No pollution. Very reliable. Cars would be the bonanza market, but there are engineering problems to solve first—to make the cars cheap enough. There are a lot of other applications. Residential power. Industrial power."
"Wowzir!"
"It's a ways off," Myron said. "The people who develop a technology aren't always the ones who make the big money with it. Developing a business takes a different kind of skill." Myron shook his head. "I've been burnt," he said. "You put a winning technology together with winning management—then you've got something."
"It's interesting. Well—do what you think best. I'll start following these companies."
"No statement?" Myron inquired, making sure.
"Save a tree," Oliver confirmed.
"Right." A twinkle quickly disappeared. "Right."