CyberStorm (45 page)
Authors: Matthew Mather
Perhaps more accurately, they didn’t ignore it, but chose to use it as a political weapon.
Lauren’s parents were sitting across from us with a middle-aged man I recognized but couldn’t quite place. Patricia finished her speech, and while we were all clapping, Vince appeared, dressed in a white tuxedo. He was hard to miss—he had the last Miss America as his date for the evening.
“Did you hear I got my own financing?” asked Vince, dropping to one knee between Lauren and me. His date stood behind him, and Lauren rolled her eyes as she looked at me.
“Congratulations!” I replied enthusiastically.
Vince had been serious about wanting to build a technology for predicting the future. With all his fame, he’d been able to attract a nice pile of money to his cause.
“I’m going to call it the Phuture News Network,” he said proudly. “Like CNN, the Cable News Network, but for the future. And I’ll spell it with a ‘p-h’ to make it more cyber. What do you think?”
“Phuture News?” I laughed. “I like it.”
“Excellent!”
Someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was Chuck, and he was pointing up at Lauren’s father, who was standing to my other side with the middle-aged man I’d seen him sitting with.
“We’ll talk later,” said Vince. He kissed Lauren on the cheek and retreated with his date. I watched him wind his way towards Patricia, and heard them start talking about the wikiworld project they were collaborating on.
“Mike,” said Mr. Seymour, drawing my attention back to our group, “I’d like to introduce you to Herman Kesselring, the founder of Cognix Corporation.”
I stood to shake Mr. Kesselring’s hand.
That’s right, Cognix Corporation.
They were the ones whose artificial intelligence engines had cut through the clutter and found the Russian hackers.
“A great pleasure,” I said to Mr. Kesselring.
“The pleasure is mine, I assure you,” he replied.
Patricia had returned by that point, after finishing talking with Vince. She was followed by several reporters, who she quietly but firmly pushed away.
“Dr. Killiam,” said Mr. Seymour loudly, “I was hoping that I might be able to have a short chat together with you and Mike.”
“Why don’t you take my chair,” suggested Lauren, getting up. “I was just going to get some fruit juice at the bar anyway.”
Mr. Seymour nodded. “Thank you, sweetheart. We’ll just be a moment.”
Lauren leaned in to give me a small kiss and got up to head for the bar, while Mr. Seymour and Mr. Kesselring sat themselves down in a circle with me and Patricia.
“I think you already know Mr. Kesselring?” said Mr. Seymour to Patricia.
She nodded, smiling briefly at Kesselring. “Yes, I did the original research on many of Cognix’s artificial intelligence engines.”
“We have a proposal we’d like to put to the two of you,” continued Mr. Seymour.
“Okay,” I replied, shrugging to Patricia. I had no idea what he was going to say.
“All this mess the world is in,” said Kesselring, “it just isn’t going to end soon. Do you agree?”
Patricia and I nodded. The Nepal conflict looked like it would take years to sort out.
“Events like CyberStorm are just the start, I’m afraid, and there are going to be very few safe places left on Earth.”
“I don’t disagree with you,” I said, “but what are you getting at?”
Mr. Seymour leaned in toward us. “I know this may sound fantastical, but Mr. Kesselring and I and a group of leading businessmen have been discussing the idea of building floating cities, entire nation-states on the open seas.”
I laughed out loud. “You can’t be serious.”
Nobody else laughed.
The smile on my face vanished. “You’re serious.”
“After this CyberStorm mess, many wealthy and powerful people have lost faith that the government can protect them,” said Kesselring. “Already they are talking about launching a new war in Asia—for what? Have the governments even figured out what made CyberStorm possible?”
It was a big topic of conversation.
“Mr. Kesselring’s organization found the name of the Russian gangster they think coordinated the first attack, Sergei Mikhailov,” said Mr. Seymour.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Irena look toward us when she heard Sergei Mikhailov’s name, and she leaned over to whisper something to Aleksandr.
“That is still highly confidential,” added Kesselring. “But even if Mikhailov did initiate CyberStorm, and we know
how
, it doesn’t address the question of
why
he was able to do it.”
Kesseling had a good point. Despite all the new laws and the momentum to fix the problems, it seemed most of the weaknesses in critical infrastructure would remain. It was close to impossible to plug security holes in systems designed thirty or forty years ago.
“We can build cities on the ocean and be free to start again from the ground up,” continued Kesselring. “Or in this case, from the water up.”
“You’re really serious.”
“We are,” said Mr. Seymour, “and we have several billion dollars in advance funding already secured.”
“And it doesn’t hurt that we have some congressmen in the family,” added Mr. Seymour.
“So then what do you need us for?” asked Patricia, speaking for the first time since Kesselring had shared his idea.
I could sense apprehension. She knew Kesselring, and I wondered what their history was.
“We’re looking for complementary technology start-ups to get involved, to locate their headquarters on our first floating city-state,” said Kesselring, “and we would like Synthetic Sensory to be one of the first to make this commitment.”
“And why would we do that?” asked Patricia.
One problem we had was that we needed to have access to stem cell lines for Patricia’s research, and the government had recently reversed course on stem cell legislation. We were going to have a hard time doing the work in America.
“You know why, and we’d very much like you to get involved in the next stage of our synthetic intelligence program as well.”
It sounded like I was getting caught in the middle of something. I felt uneasy.
“And we’re ready to provide the next series of financing for your start-up, immediately.”
I almost fell backwards out of my chair. We’d only just secured the first round, and securing the next round would mean financial security for years. Security for my family.
Patricia sighed, sensing my reaction. “That’s a very generous offer.”
“Do you have some paperwork you could send us to have a look at?” I asked.
“I’ll send it right now,” said Kesselring, tapping his smartphone.
Patricia looked toward the ceiling. “And this floating island, what were you thinking of calling it?”
“We want it to be a world without borders,” said Mr. Seymour. “We were thinking of naming it Atlantis.”
“Atlantis?” said Patricia. “If you want to build a world without borders, why don’t you just call it by its definition?”
“And what would that be?” asked Kesselring.
Patricia looked around at all of us.
“Atopia.”
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