“It starts with the sinking of theTitanic,” Kurt said. They’d arranged their mismatched chairs in a circle in the cramped back room of the bookstore and were drinking and eating organic crumbly things with the taste and consistency of mud-brick. Sara told Kurt that they’d have ten minutes, and Alan had told him that he could take it all. Alan’d spent the day reading on the net, remembering the arguments that had swayed the most people, talking it over. He was determined that Kurt would win this fight.“There’s this ship going down, and it’s signaling S-O-S, S-O-S, but the message didn’t get out, because the shipping lanes were full of other ships with other radios, radios that clobbered theTitanic’s signal. That’s because there were no rules for radio back then, so anyone could light up any transmitter and send out any signal at any frequency. Imagine a room where everyone shouted at the top of their lungs, nonstop, while setting off air horns.“After that, they decided that fed regulators would divide up the radio spectrum into bands, and give those bands to exclusive licensees who’d know that their radio waves would reach their destination without being clobbered, because any clobberers would get shut down by the cops.“But today, we’ve got a better way: We can make radios that are capable of intelligently cooperating with each other. We can make radios that use databases or just finely tuned listeners to determine what bands aren’t in use, at any given moment, in any place. They can talk between the gaps in other signals. They can relay messages for other radios. They can even try to detect the presence of dumb radio devices, like TVs and FM tuners, and grab the signal they’re meant to be receiving off of the Internet and pass it on, so that the dumb device doesn’t even realize that the world has moved on.“Now, the original radio rules were supposed to protect free expression because if everyone was allowed to speak at once, no one would be heard. That may have been true, but it was a pretty poor system as it went: Mostly, the people who got radio licenses were cops, spooks, and media barons. There aren’t a lot of average people using the airwaves to communicate for free with one another. Not a lot of free speech.“But now we have all this new technology where computers direct the operation of flexible radios, radios whose characteristics are determined by software, and it’s looking like the scarcity of the electromagnetic spectrum has been pretty grossly overstated. It’s hard to prove, because now we’ve got a world where lighting up a bunch of smart, agile radios is a crime against the ‘legit’ license-holders.“But Parliament’s not going to throw the airwaves open because no elected politician can be responsible for screwing up the voters’ televisions, because that’s the surest-fire way to not get reelected. Which means that when you say, ‘Hey, our freedom of speech is being clobbered by bad laws,’ the other side can say, ‘Go study some physics, hippie, or produce a working network, or shut up.’“The radios we’re installing now are about one millionth as smart as they could be, and they use one millionth as much spectrum as they could without stepping on anyone else’s signal, but they’re legal, and they’re letting more people communicate than ever. There are people all over the world doing this, and whenever the policy wonks go to the radio cops to ask for more radio spectrum to do this stuff with, they parade people like us in front of them. We’re like the Pinocchio’s nose on the face of the radio cops: They say that only their big business buddies can be trusted with the people’s airwaves, and we show them up for giant liars.”He fell silent and looked at them. Adam held his breath.Sara nodded and broke the silence. “You know, that sounds pretty cool, actually.”
“It starts with the sinking of theTitanic,” Kurt said. They’d arranged their mismatched chairs in a circle in the cramped back room of the bookstore and were drinking and eating organic crumbly things with the taste and consistency of mud-brick. Sara told Kurt that they’d have ten minutes, and Alan had told him that he could take it all. Alan’d spent the day reading on the net, remembering the arguments that had swayed the most people, talking it over. He was determined that Kurt would win this fight.
“There’s this ship going down, and it’s signaling S-O-S, S-O-S, but the message didn’t get out, because the shipping lanes were full of other ships with other radios, radios that clobbered theTitanic’s signal. That’s because there were no rules for radio back then, so anyone could light up any transmitter and send out any signal at any frequency. Imagine a room where everyone shouted at the top of their lungs, nonstop, while setting off air horns.
“After that, they decided that fed regulators would divide up the radio spectrum into bands, and give those bands to exclusive licensees who’d know that their radio waves would reach their destination without being clobbered, because any clobberers would get shut down by the cops.
“But today, we’ve got a better way: We can make radios that are capable of intelligently cooperating with each other. We can make radios that use databases or just finely tuned listeners to determine what bands aren’t in use, at any given moment, in any place. They can talk between the gaps in other signals. They can relay messages for other radios. They can even try to detect the presence of dumb radio devices, like TVs and FM tuners, and grab the signal they’re meant to be receiving off of the Internet and pass it on, so that the dumb device doesn’t even realize that the world has moved on.
“Now, the original radio rules were supposed to protect free expression because if everyone was allowed to speak at once, no one would be heard. That may have been true, but it was a pretty poor system as it went: Mostly, the people who got radio licenses were cops, spooks, and media barons. There aren’t a lot of average people using the airwaves to communicate for free with one another. Not a lot of free speech.
“But now we have all this new technology where computers direct the operation of flexible radios, radios whose characteristics are determined by software, and it’s looking like the scarcity of the electromagnetic spectrum has been pretty grossly overstated. It’s hard to prove, because now we’ve got a world where lighting up a bunch of smart, agile radios is a crime against the ‘legit’ license-holders.
“But Parliament’s not going to throw the airwaves open because no elected politician can be responsible for screwing up the voters’ televisions, because that’s the surest-fire way to not get reelected. Which means that when you say, ‘Hey, our freedom of speech is being clobbered by bad laws,’ the other side can say, ‘Go study some physics, hippie, or produce a working network, or shut up.’
“The radios we’re installing now are about one millionth as smart as they could be, and they use one millionth as much spectrum as they could without stepping on anyone else’s signal, but they’re legal, and they’re letting more people communicate than ever. There are people all over the world doing this, and whenever the policy wonks go to the radio cops to ask for more radio spectrum to do this stuff with, they parade people like us in front of them. We’re like the Pinocchio’s nose on the face of the radio cops: They say that only their big business buddies can be trusted with the people’s airwaves, and we show them up for giant liars.”
He fell silent and looked at them. Adam held his breath.
Sara nodded and broke the silence. “You know, that sounds pretty cool, actually.”