"Right, right," he said. "Forget I asked. Besides, we'd have to charter a chopper to get into Manhattan and back without dying in traffic." Something about the light through the open hatch or the sound or the smell -- something indefinably New York -- made her yearn for Miami. The great cities of commerce like New York and San Francisco seemed too real for her, while the suburbs of Florida were a kind of endless summer camp, a dreamtime where anything was possible. "Let's go," she said. The champagne buzz had crashed and she had a touch of headache. "I'm bushed." "Me too," Kettlewell said. "I left San Jose last night to get into Miami before Tjan left. Not much sleep. Gonna put my seat back and catch some winks, if that's OK?" "Good plan," Suzanne said. Embarrassingly, when they were fully reclined, their seats nearly touched, forming something like a double bed. Suzanne lay awake in the hum of the jets for a while, conscious of the breathing human beside her, the first man she'd done anything like share a bed with in at least a year. The last thing she remembered was the ten thousand foot bell going off and then she slipped away into sleep. # :: Perry thought that they'd sell a million Home Awares in six :: months. Lester thought he was nuts, that number was too high. :: :: "Please," he said, "I *invented* these things but there aren't a :: million roommate households in all of America. We'll sell half :: a million tops, total. Lester always complained when she quoted him directly in her blog posts, but she thought he secretly enjoyed it. :: Today the boys shipped their millionth unit. It took six weeks. They'd uncorked a bottle of champagne when unit one million shipped. They hadn't actually shipped it, per se. The manufacturing was spread out across forty different teams all across the country, even a couple of Canadian teams. The RFID printer company had re-hired half the workers they'd laid off the year before, and had them all working overtime to meet demand. :: What's exciting about this isn't just the money that these guys :: have made off of it, or the money that Kodacell will return to :: its shareholders, it's the ecosystem that these things have :: enabled. There're at least ten competing commercial systems for :: organizing, tagging, sharing, and describing Home Aware objects. :: Parents love them for their kids. School teachers love them. :: Seniors' homes. The seniors' homes had been Francis's idea. They'd brought him in to oversee some of the production engineering, along with some of the young braves who ran around the squatter camps. Francis knew which ones were biddable and he kept them to heel. In the evenings, he'd join the guys and Suzanne up on the roof of the workshop on folding chairs, with beers, watching the sweaty sunset.