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``You got it,'' the big panarchist says. The horn sounds announcing the end of the first half.
``I have to go down and give away some Simoleons,'' the CEO says, ``but after that, you and I need to have a talk.''
The CEO goes down in the elevator with my brother, carrying a box of 27 smart cards, each of which is loaded up with secret numbers that makes it worth a million Simoleons. I go over and look out the skybox window: 27 Americans are congregated down on the 50-yard line, waiting for their mathematical manna to descend from heaven. They are just the demographic cross section that my brother was hoping for. You'd never guess they were all secretly citizens of the First Distributed Republic.
The crypto-anarchists grab some Jolt from the wet bar and troop out, so now it's just me, Mom and Dad in the skybox. Dad points at the field with the stem of his pipe. ``Those 27 folks down there,'' he says. ``They didn't get any help from you, did they?''
I've lied about this successfully to Joe. But I know it won't work with Mom and Dad. ``Let's put it this way,'' I say, ``not all panarchists are long- haired, Jolt-slurping maniacs. Some of them look like you -- exactly like you, as a matter of fact.''
Dad nods; I've got him on that one.
``Codex and his people saved the contest, and our family, from disaster. But there was a quid pro quo.''
``Usually is,'' Dad says.
``But it's good for everyone. What Joe wants -- and what his client wants -- is for the promotion to go well, so that a year from now, everyone who's watching this broadcast today will have a high opinion of the safety and stability of Simoleons. Right?''
``Right.''
``If you give the Simoleons away at random, you're rolling the dice. But if you give them to people who are secretly panarchists -- who have a vested interest in showing that E-money works -- it's a much safer bet.''
``Does the First Distributed Republic have a flag?'' Mom asks, out of left field. I tell her these guys look like sewing enthusiasts. So, even before the second half starts, she's sketched out a flag on the back of her program. ``It'll be very colorful,'' she says. ``Like a jar of jelly beans.''