“That’s what I thought too. Ravens are very bright birds, Josh.”
“Maybe they’re here on a scholarship.”
“No one is doing research on raven populations here. I checked.”
“Jesus, I thought we were working on visual intelligence software, not stalking ravens.”
“Take a closer look at the tag on its leg. . . .” He zoomed in the high-def digital image. Then he split the screen and showed a close-up of the other bird on the opposite side of the building.
The objects on their legs looked like identical black squares.
Strickland sighed, and was happy when he noticed Wang Bao-Rong, their twentysomething Taiwanese narrow-AI expert, motioning for them to follow as he walked past in the hallway.
“What’s going on?”
Wang was tossing a brain-shaped squeaky toy in the air as he walked. “Conference call with the lawyers.”
“Oh!” Strickland pulled Kasheyev from the seat. “C’mon, Nik! The birds can wait, man.” He fell in with the rest of the crew, still sipping champagne.
Stanford University graduate science teams had already founded Hewlett-Packard, Cisco, Yahoo!, and, of course, Google. And the five patent applications Strickland’s team had filed for Raconteur were potentially worth billions—especially now that the federal government was signing on to fund their work. This was the culmination of everything he’d worked for.
The team piled into a conference room, where Prakash was already standing, arms akimbo, in front of a speakerphone. Strickland was the last in and closed the door behind him.
Prakash barked at the phone. “Okay, John. The team’s all here.” Prakash looked up. “Guys, this is John Wolstein at Hartmann, Blithe, and Peale.”
A voice came over the speaker. “Hey, guys.”
Everyone chimed in greetings.
Strickland spoke up. “Tell us the good news, John.”
There was a moment of silence. Then, “Well, I wish I could do that, but I’m afraid there’s a problem.”
A hot flash ran across Strickland’s skin. Adrenaline surge. The intellectual property was everything. They’d already done a preliminary patent search. The path was clear. No one had ever taken Prakash’s novel approach.
Prakash frowned at the phone. “What do you mean, ‘problem’? What problem?”
Strickland realized that this was what Prakash was good at. He’d chew this lawyer a new asshole.
“You have prior art problems, Vijay. Big sections of your source code base are already public knowledge—available online.”
The room went utterly silent. The static on the phone line was the only sound.
“You guys still there?”
“What the hell are you talking about? That’s impossible! Where online?”
“Several forums. A code search turned up a half-dozen sites that carried parts of your source code verbatim. Even some of the comments were there in the code. I don’t know how it got there or—”
“Goddammit!” The words burst from Prakash as he glared around the room.
“Vijay, I’m just telling you what the facts are.”
“I designed this code from scratch. There’s no ‘inspiration’ from somewhere else. It is mine.”
Strickland might have argued for more credit under different circumstances, but right now he felt like he’d been Tasered. He was just staring at the speakerphone, hearing the pounding of his heart in his ears. Hearing his future evaporate. He could see Prakash’s tanned face turning red, veins appearing—as though the man were about to explode.
Gerhard Koepple, always even-tempered, looked ashen-faced. Wang, Kasheyev, and Chatterjee were sitting down, running their hands through their hair as if they’d just heard a close relative had died.
Strickland croaked out, “Where? Where online, John?”
“I’m sending you a link right now—”
Prakash broke in. “You’ll send it to all of us. Not just Josh. Do you understand?”
“Yeah, okay, fine, Vijay. Listen, getting mad at me isn’t going to help.”
“Just send the damned message.”
“Okay.” A pause. “It’s headed your way.”
Strickland chimed in again. “John, where does this leave us? What happens now?”
There was silence for a moment. “Nothing happens. I’m going to submit a report to Doctor Lei that the patents are not enforceable. And I expect the patent office will come to the same determination. I don’t know what, if any, effect this will have on your Ph.D. theses, but that’s the situation. My condolences. However this happened—and I’m not saying that you guys copied work from somewhere else—but however it happened, this code is now public domain. You won’t be able to patent it unless this prior art issue is resolved.”