started on rare books. Spent hours and days in libraries, in restricted areas, and it wasnât a need for acquisition.â
âYou had access denied to others.â
âBut I wasnât there to acquire. I was there to stand and look, or squat and look. To read the titles on the spines of priceless books in the caged stacks. Artis and I. You and I, once, in New York.â
I felt the smooth burn of the whiskey going down and closed my eyes for a moment, listening to Ross reciting titles he recalled from libraries in several world capitals.
âBut whatâs more serious than money?â I said. âWhatâs the term? Exposure. Whatâs your exposure in this project?â
I spoke without an edge. I said these things quietly, without irony.
âOnce I was educated to the significance of the idea, and the potential behind it, the enormous implications,â he said, âI made a decision that Iâve never second-guessed.â
âHave you ever second-guessed anything?â
âMy first marriage,â he said.
I stared into my glass.
âAnd who was she?â
âGood question. Profound question. We had a son but other than that.â
I didnât want to look at him.
âBut who was she?â
âShe was essentially one thing. She was your mother.â
âSay her name.â
âDid we ever say each otherâs name, she and I?â
âSay her name.â
âPeople who are married to each other as we were, in our uncommon way, which is not so uncommon, do they ever say each otherâs name?â
âJust once. I need to hear you say it.â
âWe had a son. We said his name.â
âIndulge me. Go ahead. Say it.â
âDo you remember what you said a minute ago? You can forget your name in this place. People lose their names in a number of ways.â
âMadeline,â I said. âMy mother, Madeline.â
âNow I remember, yes.â
He smiled and settled back in an attitude of fake reminiscence, then changed expression, a well-timed maneuver, addressing me sharply.
âThink about this, what is here and who is here. Think about the end of all the petty misery youâve been hoarding for years. Think beyond personal experience. Leave it back there. Whatâs happening in this community is not just a creation of medical science. There are social theorists involved, and biologists, and futurists, and geneticists, and climatologists, and neuroscientists, and psychologists, and ethicists, if thatâs the right word.â
âWhere are they?â
âSome are here permanently, others come and go. There are the numbered levels. All the vital minds. Global English, yes, but other languages as well. Translators when necessary, human and electronic. There are philologists designing an advanced language unique to the Convergence. Word roots, inflections, even gestures. People will learn it and speak it. A language that will enable us to express things we canât express now, see things we canât see now, see ourselves and others in ways that unite us, broaden every possibility.â
He tossed down another dram or two, then held the glass under his nose and sniffed. It was empty, for now.
âWe fully expect that this site we occupy will eventually become the heart of a new metropolis, maybe an independent state, different from any weâve known. This is what I mean when I call myself a serious man.â
âWith serious money.â
âYes, money.â
âTons of it.â
âAnd other benefactors. Individuals, foundations, corporations, secret funding from various governments by way of their intelligence agencies. This idea is a revelation to smart people in many disciplines. They understand that now is the time. Not just the science and technology but political and even military strategies. Another way to think and live.â
He poured carefully, an amount he liked