My father must have noticed. He collapsed his heads-up display, reached out, and took Eva’s hand. He gently pulled her across the car to sit next to him and placed his other arm around my mother’s shoulders. All three looked contented—even Eva. I nearly laughed at their chained embrace, eyes closed and heads tilting back, resting on the car’s soft headrests. They were three dolls posed on a shelf for sleep by a child taking good care of her playthings.
The only sounds in the car were Bach and the slow, synchronized breathing of three friends, who were at peace. Anything seemed possible except failure.
16
ZVI
BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS
2042
NMech’s first foray into desalinization was a success. In a few short months, output skyrocketed at the retrofitted Paraguaná desalinization plant. Now Eva, Marta, and Jim were back in the boardroom, and once again vying to choose a color for the drapes. This time, Eva and Marta’s debate was relaxed, even diplomatic. This time Jim prevailed and the drapes showed a peaceful view: a bloom of jellyfish drifting in an endless ocean.
“Well, we’re heroes,” Eva began. “We got water to the masses and kept several nations from civil disorder, not that those countries would have even noticed a regime change.”
“Are they safe now?” asked Jim.
“Long as the plant keeps operating. But shut the spigot and I guarantee you’ll see some big time civil unrest down there.”
Marta said, “I’m proud of this one. I think we did well. Eva—thank you.”
“You’re happy, Marta, I’m happy.” Eva nodded slightly and with gravity, as an empress to a countess. “Now we can take this further. There are several commercial applications we can focus on.”
“What do you have in mind? I admit I had my doubts, but you pulled this off. What’s next?” Jim asked.
“Kidney dialysis for one. The Holy Grail of dialysis is an internal device instead of patients being hooked up to an inefficient dialysis machine for several hours per week. I think what we learned at Paraguaná can be applied to build an implantable dialysis device.”
“Sounds interesting,” Marta said. “How do we fund the public health part?”
“Fund it? We’re not going to fund anything. If people want to live without spending time in dialysis, then they become customers. The manufacturing costs are low enough that most people will be able to afford the gizmos. There are surgeons’ fees, but that’s not our concern.”
Marta spoke up. “I’d like to make that our concern. Paraguaná was supposed to be a public health project, but we’re going to recoup our costs with the commercial applications we’re licensing for desalinization. There’s money left in the pool we created from EasyMilk profits. Let’s take some of that cash and use it on dialysis for the hardest hit populations. I don’t mean we have to pay the bill for everybody, but I’d like to donate enough so that we can help, say, the poorest ten percent of renal failure patients.”
“I don’t think so,” said Eva. “You wanted public health, I gave you Paraguaná. The fact that we parlayed that into profit is irrelevant. We can give away some of the devices but I’m not paying any surgeon’s fee. I’ll put my own grandchildren through college, not some rich doctor’s.”
“Give me a break. You don’t have any grandchildren. You organized the desal plant and you did a great job. But you also found a way to get massive publicity and public good will. You made the good deed profitable,” Marta said.
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Not a thing,” admitted Marta. “And I’m sure you’ll find a way to make this profitable too. All I’m saying is my charter is public health. I want to work with the poor.”
“Why them?”
“Because they’ll die if we don’t.”
“Why is that my problem?”
Marta glared. The pacific mood in the conference room turned stormy. “Well, look at it this way, Little Miss Charity. Say you keep an extra 10,000 people alive. They’re tied to NMech through dialysis. Wouldn’t most of them become NMech customers for all their medications? Then you can turn a profit on them.”
“Good point.” Eva missed or ignored the sarcasm. “Let’s see if the numbers back you up.” She invoked a heads-up display and peered into it. “It’ll take about two to three years for a charity customer to generate enough revenue with other purchases to recover the cost of implantation. That’s a bit long for break-even, but there’s the increased life expectancy from the dialysis. That should cover it. Okay, Marta, bring on the masses.”
“Just like that?” Marta asked. “What’s the catch?”
“There’s no catch. The numbers add up. If this is what it takes to keep you happy and continuing to find cures in the jungle, then that’s what it takes.”
“They’re not jungles, they’re rainforests.” Even conceding to Marta, Eva managed to provoke her.
“By the way, Marta, your thinking is good but your math is off. Helping 10,000 people is on the low side. Think of the recipients as an investment. Couple years to hit break-even, and then each one is profitable. Think big.”
Marta stiffened, but Jim broke in. “Wait! Aren’t you two forgetting something?”
“What?” demanded Eva.
“Uh, don’t we have to develop this little invention first? I mean, nephrologists have tried for decades. Shouldn’t we set aside a couple days next week to invent a device that’s eluded science for the last half century?”
“Why Jim, now you’re starting to sound like your wife. Anyway, I think this is a bit closer to her expertise. You want to organize a research team?” Marta agreed after reconfirming that the project would include a public health component. The three reviewed the basics of what they would need to start and agreed to meet again to discuss strategy further.
The tension had evaporated in the boardroom and the three colleagues enjoyed a respite from quarrelling. EasyMilk and Free-Skin were stunning successes. The simplicity of the desalinization project, coupled with the scope of its potential benefit, had won even Marta’s trust.
Almost as a lazy afterthought, Jim asked, “Well, Eva, once we conquer every known disease, what’s next?”
Eva said, “I’ve got a bigger plan.”
“What’s that?” asked Marta. Flush with the success of Paraguaná, Eva could have suggested a time machine, immortality pills, even a cure for the common cold, and Marta and Jim would have taken up the cause. But her next brain child caught them by surprise.
“Ready? One word: remediation.”
“What the heck do we know about environmental cleanup?” asked Marta.
“What difference does it make?” said Eva
Marta stared and raised her eyebrows. She lifted her hands, palms up, in a ‘What do you mean?’ gesture.
Eva said, “Relax. We develop a good plan and we go to work.”
“But we don’t know anything about cleaning up toxic waste. I don’t even know what we don’t know,” said Marta.
Eva waved off Marta’s objection. “It’s just basic chemistry. I found the perfect project we can start with. It’s huge, and when we pull it off, we’ll be the leader in remediation. Ever heard of the Nuovo River? In Rockford, Virginia?”
“No.”
“Well, pretty soon the whole world will know about it. This one project could establish us as the hands-down leader in nanotechnology and put us into the remediation game—big time. Think about it. It fits right in with public health.”