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John receives guidance from Ben who is in charge of the software
Channel 5's the Gadget show took part in the Britcar 24 hour endurance race with a virtual reality set up.
Just like playing on the playstation, except this kit costs in excess of £32,000.
A software programme was provided by Lotus which accurately depicted every bump & turn in the track along with Alienware's hardware, this made the experience as real as real can be said all three presenters.
When I first arrived at this monument it was about 3pm. Although eye aspiring at first, I noticed that the lighting was as bad as I had seen anywhere.
I choose this image to upload first into this folder because it was made much later in the afternoon where the contrast range was more manageable. But when I first arrived there was so much white that it was very hard to try to compress and compose an image into something I liked. So as to not waste time just waiting for the later afternoon light to arrive, I broke out my 100-400mm lens and began looking for much smaller compositions to work with.
I also began shooting in IR, as it seems to favor strong lighting. This is a weird place because it really appears as if it just snowed. Only when you opened the door and the rush of heat hit you did reality set in.
I shot until dark-thirty and gave thought about returning in the morning but the gates didn’t open until after sunrise, and the lighting would have been much the same early on as it was in the late afternoon, so I choose to head to Texas instead.
Camera, Canon EOS 5D Mark II
Lens, Canon 24-70 f 2.8”L
Exposure, 1/60 sec.
Aperture, f14 Lens Focal Length,60mm
ISO Speed, 400
Polarizing Filter
virtual racing at Britcar 24hr endurance, Silverstone.
Channel 5's the Gadget show took part in the Britcar 24 hour endurance race with a virtual reality set up.
Just like playing on the playstation, except this kit costs in excess of £32,000.
A software programme was provided by Lotus which accurately depicted every bump & turn in the track along with Alienware's hardware, this made the experience as real as real can be said all three presenters.
Sometimes in the late 60s or early 70s I bought a Honda motorcycle and rode it down to the recording studio Phil Walden had converted from a Pepsi Cola bottling plant to a recording studio in Macon, Georgia. I had never seen a record recorded before and asked Phil if I could sit in. Johnnie Sandlin, a local record producer was puttiing the finishing touched to a "Wet Willie" tune. It had been laid down in many tack and that night the "Do-way" girls where there adding back up. I got to hang out and felt like a member of the gang for a short time but reality set in and I went home. They finished the record. I never saw them and until I saw this photo of "Wet Willie" what they looked like.
Years ago, when I was a tiny Little League all-star, I made a bet with my best friend Blue.
The bet was simple. Twenty bucks that one day, someday, I would have one plate appearance for a Major League Baseball team.
That was it. It didn’t matter when or for what team, and it definitely didn’t matter if I struck out, walked, or nailed a single. Just one time up at bat. For $20 (I guess that was a lot for us back then).
Now an adult and considered “over the hill” in baseball years, I have a sneaking suspicion that my chance to made good on this childhood wager is dwindling. I just don’t have too many professional ballclubs calling me up these days asking me to fill a roster spot.
But where reality sets in, there is always a world of fantasy. A world where our imagination expands faster than our regular lives. Where a grown man can reach back into his childhood and snatch the eager years just a bit longer than we’re supposed to.
Lately I've been working pretty closely with Memphis artist extraordinaire and homie Brandon Marshall on a mural for the newest addition to the Memphis City School system (or whatever the school system will be called) in Fox Meadows (Hickory Hill). Being involved is especially sentimental to me because a) Jackie luvs da kidz and b) the new school is located directly behind the house I spent my later childhood- early adulthood in. I don't visit my parents (who still live in that house) nearly as much as I should, so when we started to canvas the area for inspiration it was like a homecoming of sorts for me.
After walking and riding around the area for a few hours we found ourselves parked outside of what was left of the Boxdale Apartments. Located at the corner of Winchester and Boxdale, the property was once a sprawling luxury apartment complex just like many complexes in the area were. And just like many complexes in the area, time had not been kind. Nor had its former (maybe even present) inhabitants. We walked in the gate and sidestepped a pile of mattresses while I told Brandon about my former escapades there. The complex at one point was seized by the Memphis Police Department's Organized Crime Unit (it had become overrun with gangs, drugs and all that good stuff) and several doors and windows still bear the roughly stenciled labels left behind. The complex seemed abandoned and we made our way through the front section in awe of what we leave behind. We turned a corner and saw a group of 4 sitting outside of 'their' 'apartment'. Two guys, a woman, and a huge, white, pit bull. We locked eyes, mutually wondering what the hell the other were doing there. We nodded, they nodded. Brandon complimented the pit while I kept my camera to my side, silently saying, "I don't see shit, Bro.."
We went along our way but you could feel the eyes on our backs. We walked quietly for a moment, ears tuned for the sudden charge of man or beast from behind. The reality set in quick that nobody would find you there. At least no time soon. After pushing a little further into the abyss off discarded tires, furniture and partially burned buildings we saw a black cat eying our path. Say what you want about omens and their validity but I was not going to test theories that afternoon. I suggested that we leave. We did so promptly.
Well, I don't have too many skateboard photos but as far as music goes, I'm doing my best 'Elliot Kurt Frusciante ' impression here at the dope dealer's house. Just one of those things. It's called having a muse, and sometimes that muse will turn up in your life in the form of real person. You're muse will come to you in many forms, many times throughout your life for different things, and if your lucky, maybe you marry that person or have them as a best friend or sibling or something. For me at Angela's, she was one of my muses as well as the 'dope dealer'. I spent soooo many hours just hanging out at her pad down in the Sunset District doing speed and listening to music and doing astrology and going through all of her books and magazines on art and music. She and Alden had good taste, I would describe there style as mostly goth, but they understood and had an appreciation for all sorts of things such as Burning Man, and artist activists and the whole thing just seemed to pure and cool that I could never even imagine having a bad trip on amphetamines, I just learned how to be creative and finish my college papers on time, etc., get laid every now and then with incredible and sometimes useless 'tweek sex' with her house mate 'Rachel' ? Years later, I would have those bad trips when it was time for the methamphetamine roller coaster to end and I learned to drop the habit completely. Though I have been tempted. Before reality set it, man o' man, those were the days. On the drop of a dime, I'd get in the car and drive to San Francisco from either Belmont or Santa Cruz, and drive the 70 or 80 miles to Angela's at the slightest hint that there might be a bit of '24 hour revenge therapy' coming up.
This is my patio with fresh snow, about the time I realized I could not think of keeping my mountain home. My neighbors started foreclosing around 2007, but I was determined to hold on, so I did. I got a third part time job and kept plugging away on my dream job (my web site), year after year. No economic recovery in sight. Until 2011 - when reality set in and I realized the recession was turning into a depression.
Diagnosed with major food allergies and gut disorders that same year, I knew my lifestyle needed to change, drastically. The grocery store was an hour away and the local restaurants sucked. GMO started to enter the mainstream w/ many food documentary films that I rented from Netflix and I started questioning my food source.
Healthy wasn't quite real anymore. I needed to grow my own organic food and this was impossible at 5000 feet elevation.
The day after a late night celebration really makes you feel old. We got home from my sister's birthday bash after midnight which would normally be ok. Unfortunately we had to get up at 5:30am though to take our foreign exchange student (FES) to Redlands for a four hour English exam.
When the alarm went off I was alright. Hopped up, threw on some clothes, and was on the road before the sun was up. We arrived a half an hour early so I just sat in the car and played solitaire on my iPod touch. I wasn't even really awake enough to pay attention. I was just going through the motions and don't even remember if I won or not.
After FES went into the test site my oldest son and I headed over to IHOP for some breakfast. I got the Bacon Temptation Omelette and it was huge! That bad boy had like six bacon strips in it, loads of cheese, diced tomatoes, and I asked them to throw in a bit of spinach just to feel *a little* healthy. On top of that it came with three pancakes. I was only able to each half the omelette and one pancake.
With our bellies full the tired set in even more. I remembered seeing a big dog park close to the test location so we headed that way. When we pulled up we saw a nice shaded parking lot and was relieved that there weren't too many people there. Knowing we'd be tired we brought our blankies and pillows with us. We reclined our seats, wrapped up all snuggly, and crashed. I woke up like forty minutes later and was like MAN! we still have a loooong time to wait. Luckily I was able to fall back asleep after a few minutes.
As I was laying there I was thinking, "I think I might be able to live in my car if I had to." These are the random thoughts that fly through my mind in a weary state. I would only need a few outfits, my computer, and some snacks. Then five minutes later reality set in and I was like, "Oh yeah, what about showers.....and all my pictures......oh yeah, and hmm...this wouldn't be good living for the boys." I guess I could get a storage space for all my stuff, and we could stay in hotels. But wait....now this is costing more money. Oh well, I guess having all my household responsibilities isn't so bad after all.
Then I started thinking about the people who don't really have a choice. That's not good. I mean I know we all have to do what we gotta do sometimes but long term car living or homelessness is no way for anyone to have to live. I send a prayer out right now to all those who need a break today. "May you have a warm place to lay your head, and good food in your belly. Bless you fellow human. Amen."
Channel 5's the Gadget show took part in the Britcar 24 hour endurance race with a virtual reality set up.
Just like playing on the playstation, except this kit costs in excess of £32,000.
A software programme was provided by Lotus which accurately depicted every bump & turn in the track along with Alienware's hardware, this made the experience as real as real can be said all three presenters.
There's always the latest new scheme in the world of animal husbandry--Emus (oil), Ostriches (eggs), exotic game birds (feathers for fly tying). Llamas were to be huge--great pack animals, protective guardians, llama wool--a single llama sold for a lot of money a short time ago, but no longer.
Reality sets in at the livestock auction. The old guys kibbitzing in the backrow are a comedy monologue: "Hey, did you see that llama sold for $35?"
"Yeh, well--it had a $40 bridle on it!"
I remember the day (take your kid to work day), I dragged Jack to a photo assignment at the Livestock auction. They were auctioning off the rabbits, and the back row comedians were doing their thing--
"Hey, what's that bunny's name, Stu (Stew)?"
Jack, horrified to think the workers that had put in a $2 bid would eat that rabbit, quickly upped the bid to $3.50, won--and named the critter Woodie, his newest pet. Woodie was mean, stunk up his bedroom (even worse than usual), scratched viciously, and needed a $75 cage the first night. It was a great relief when she escaped into the ravine in our backyard. I know the auction comedians will have a punchline for that story as well--until then, anybody need a rabbit cage?
Channel 5's the Gadget show took part in the Britcar 24 hour endurance race with a virtual reality set up.
Just like playing on the playstation, except this kit costs in excess of £32,000.
A software programme was provided by Lotus which accurately depicted every bump & turn in the track along with Alienware's hardware, this made the experience as real as real can be said all three presenters.
Channel 5's the Gadget show took part in the Britcar 24 hour endurance race with a virtual reality set up.
Just like playing on the playstation, except this kit costs in excess of £32,000.
A software programme was provided by Lotus which accurately depicted every bump & turn in the track along with Alienware's hardware, this made the experience as real as real can be said all three presenters.
I've posted a close up of the diver elsewhere. Is she (yes, it's a she) a diver or a swimmer? One would assume that she is both, but that is not a given. A diver may not be a swimmer, but that implies that the diver only really dives once, then drowns, and dives no more. I guess the diver could have a lifeguard on hand to pull them out each time, but when reality sets in, it's really easier if a diver knows how to swim in addition to knowing how to dive, isn't it?
Goldfinch, a popular Tacoma indie rock band just had a major line-up change, so I contacted Aaron and asked if he needed new promo shots. He said yes, so we scheduled for two hours before their Sunday practice session. The practice location was perfect- they had full access to exactly what I was looking for. One of the ideas I've had rolling around my head lately is getting a shot of several people spread through an old style auditorium looking bored. Originally I wanted green upholstery and a higher angle, but then reality set in and I used what was available. I tried using a tripod and had very little luck getting exactly the right angle. I ended up putting a large box on stage, putting a piano bench on top of it, and standing on the whole mess. I still wasn't quite high enough to get a decent horizontal shot, but I think the vertical works well. The frontman (Aaron) stands out without being obnoxious, and the other members are evenly lit with enough darkness to create tension in the frame. I moved band members around four or five times to land on a composition that worked.
Strobist: I used three lights, no ambient. First, a large softbox on an Einstein set to a little less than half power. I placed it to camera left as far back as I could (15 feet) to even the light from the first row of seats to the last in the frame. Second, ten feet to the right of the second row of seats I put an SB on a stand with a 42" silver umbrella. It was set to 1/4 pwr and provides a soft, even fill to the right side of the frame. Third, I put a bare SB next to me on the right aimed straight at Aaron's head to give him some pop. It was zoomed to 70mm and fired at 1/16 or so. Everything was triggered with CyberSyncs.
Drew Shapiro
Thunderbird Photo
Just got back from a short, but amazing, trip overseas. I've been in eleven different countries this month and am very much suffering from withdrawal now that I'm home. I miss the constant excitement and especially miss all of the friends I made while out wandering. Many pictures, of course, to come. This one was taken somewhere over the ocean between Iceland and Scotland.
I also spent some of the 'down time' while traveling thinking about how strange air travel really is, as common place as it is today. For myself, anyhow, it's easy to lose track of what a legitimately far distance you've traveled when you literally walk into a metal tube in your city, sit down for a few hours, and walk out of that same metal tube in a completely different part of the world. It also makes distances between the people you care about- both at home and the new ones you meet while away- seem a bit strange. Distance itself is not really an issue- you can literally be anywhere on earth in a matter of hours from right now- the only thing that really separates us is the funds to buy a new plane ticket. Which, for me, made saying goodbye to my new friends a little odd at the end of this trip. There's that familiarity that wants to invite everyone out for a drink or two Thursday night, or plan a weekend to hang out together in a few months- but then that nagging reality sets in that the people I want to spend time with are literally on the other side of the planet. Maybe I'm not the first to toy with these ideas in their head, but my jetlagged brain found the whole concept of time/distance fascinating and strange on the journey home this week.
Lately I've been working pretty closely with Memphis artist extraordinaire and homie Brandon Marshall on a mural for the newest addition to the Memphis City School system (or whatever the school system will be called) in Fox Meadows (Hickory Hill). Being involved is especially sentimental to me because a) Jackie luvs da kidz and b) the new school is located directly behind the house I spent my later childhood- early adulthood in. I don't visit my parents (who still live in that house) nearly as much as I should, so when we started to canvas the area for inspiration it was like a homecoming of sorts for me.
After walking and riding around the area for a few hours we found ourselves parked outside of what was left of the Boxdale Apartments. Located at the corner of Winchester and Boxdale, the property was once a sprawling luxury apartment complex just like many complexes in the area were. And just like many complexes in the area, time had not been kind. Nor had its former (maybe even present) inhabitants. We walked in the gate and sidestepped a pile of mattresses while I told Brandon about my former escapades there. The complex at one point was seized by the Memphis Police Department's Organized Crime Unit (it had become overrun with gangs, drugs and all that good stuff) and several doors and windows still bear the roughly stenciled labels left behind. The complex seemed abandoned and we made our way through the front section in awe of what we leave behind. We turned a corner and saw a group of 4 sitting outside of 'their' 'apartment'. Two guys, a woman, and a huge, white, pit bull. We locked eyes, mutually wondering what the hell the other were doing there. We nodded, they nodded. Brandon complimented the pit while I kept my camera to my side, silently saying, "I don't see shit, Bro.."
We went along our way but you could feel the eyes on our backs. We walked quietly for a moment, ears tuned for the sudden charge of man or beast from behind. The reality set in quick that nobody would find you there. At least no time soon. After pushing a little further into the abyss off discarded tires, furniture and partially burned buildings we saw a black cat eying our path. Say what you want about omens and their validity but I was not going to test theories that afternoon. I suggested that we leave. We did so promptly.
Channel 5's the Gadget show took part in the Britcar 24 hour endurance race with a virtual reality set up.
Just like playing on the playstation, except this kit costs in excess of £32,000.
A software programme was provided by Lotus which accurately depicted every bump & turn in the track along with Alienware's hardware, this made the experience as real as real can be said all three presenters.
Power box under construction. Really pictured this mounted flush in wall, but reality set in and compromises were made!
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Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
9:00 AM
HOW THIS STARTUP PASSED THE SCALE TEST
It wasn’t so long ago that a generation of on-demand startups commanded billion-dollar valuations and bullish growth prospects. Then reality set in. We talk to two business partners who weathered the storm and maintained their focus on sustainable scale.
Speakers:
Alfred Lin, Partner, Sequoia Capital
Tony Xu, CEO, DoorDash
Moderator: Leigh Gallagher, Fortune
Photograph by Michael Faas/Fortune
052
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
8:00 AM
BREAKFAST ROUNDTABLES
MARKETING REIMAGINED: LEVERAGING NEW TOOLS
Never before have there been so many tools—and so much customer data—at the fingertips of today’s top marketers. And yet: How do you model, predict, and improve performance when customer journeys keep changing? You need to work with other corporate functions effectively, know what the platforms of tomorrow can offer, realize when big data is too big and always personalize, personalize, personalize.
Speakers:
Brad Dickerson, CEO, Blue Apron
Dawn Laguens, Chief Brand Officer, Planned Parenthood Federation of America
Monica Long, Senior Vice President, Marketing and Communications, Ripple
Joe Marchese, President, Advertising Revenue, Fox Networks Group
Ross Martin, CEO, Blackbird
David Roman, CMO, Lenovo
Dara Treseder, CMO, Business Innovations and GE Ventures, GE
Moderator:Andrew Nusca, Fortune
Photograph by Fortune Brainstorm Tech
Channel 5's the Gadget show took part in the Britcar 24 hour endurance race with a virtual reality set up.
Just like playing on the playstation, except this kit costs in excess of £32,000.
A software programme was provided by Lotus which accurately depicted every bump & turn in the track along with Alienware's hardware, this made the experience as real as real can be said all three presenters.
Everything moving, everything flowing, everything and everyone working together is what you hope for in a cave rescue. Because every effort, every thought, every action should be focused towards the greater goal - to help a fellow caver who is injured - hurt - in need. Caving comes both with great reward and risk. Sometimes even the most prepared and safe are caught off guard by accidental odds and in need of help. A true rescuer chooses to place knowledge before egos and knows their limits - pushing themselves only so hard as not to become a liability themselves.
This is one of my favorite photos because it feels just like the rescue - constant motion - constant effort - like you're right there - a motion picture - everything happening - surrounding the quiet calm of the patient - who is in perfect focus with the light of the Lumedyne i was holding being bounced off the ceiling - falling quietly from above and the whole scene collected pixel by pixel in the camera Nathan was holding.
-Sabrina
So this is but one photo of over 200 that were taken during the Tumbling Rock Mock on February 26th, 2011. This mock was a joint effort by the HCRU and several other rescue squads in the area. We hope to do more like this - with even more rescue teams. For more photos see Realms' Tumbling Rock Mock Set
Collaborative efforts of photography by Nathan Williams (Realms) and Sabrina Simón (Brina Bat).
053
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
9:00 AM
HOW THIS STARTUP PASSED THE SCALE TEST
It wasn’t so long ago that a generation of on-demand startups commanded billion-dollar valuations and bullish growth prospects. Then reality set in. We talk to two business partners who weathered the storm and maintained their focus on sustainable scale.
Speakers:
Alfred Lin, Partner, Sequoia Capital
Tony Xu, CEO, DoorDash
Moderator: Leigh Gallagher, Fortune
Photograph by Michael Faas/Fortune
052
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
8:00 AM
BREAKFAST ROUNDTABLES
MARKETING REIMAGINED: LEVERAGING NEW TOOLS
Never before have there been so many tools—and so much customer data—at the fingertips of today’s top marketers. And yet: How do you model, predict, and improve performance when customer journeys keep changing? You need to work with other corporate functions effectively, know what the platforms of tomorrow can offer, realize when big data is too big and always personalize, personalize, personalize.
Speakers:
Brad Dickerson, CEO, Blue Apron
Dawn Laguens, Chief Brand Officer, Planned Parenthood Federation of America
Monica Long, Senior Vice President, Marketing and Communications, Ripple
Joe Marchese, President, Advertising Revenue, Fox Networks Group
Ross Martin, CEO, Blackbird
David Roman, CMO, Lenovo
Dara Treseder, CMO, Business Innovations and GE Ventures, GE
Moderator:Andrew Nusca, Fortune
Photograph by Fortune Brainstorm Tech
053
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
9:00 AM
HOW THIS STARTUP PASSED THE SCALE TEST
It wasn’t so long ago that a generation of on-demand startups commanded billion-dollar valuations and bullish growth prospects. Then reality set in. We talk to two business partners who weathered the storm and maintained their focus on sustainable scale.
Speakers:
Alfred Lin, Partner, Sequoia Capital
Tony Xu, CEO, DoorDash
Moderator: Leigh Gallagher, Fortune
Photograph by Michael Faas/Fortune
052
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
8:00 AM
BREAKFAST ROUNDTABLES
MARKETING REIMAGINED: LEVERAGING NEW TOOLS
Never before have there been so many tools—and so much customer data—at the fingertips of today’s top marketers. And yet: How do you model, predict, and improve performance when customer journeys keep changing? You need to work with other corporate functions effectively, know what the platforms of tomorrow can offer, realize when big data is too big and always personalize, personalize, personalize.
Speakers:
Brad Dickerson, CEO, Blue Apron
Dawn Laguens, Chief Brand Officer, Planned Parenthood Federation of America
Monica Long, Senior Vice President, Marketing and Communications, Ripple
Joe Marchese, President, Advertising Revenue, Fox Networks Group
Ross Martin, CEO, Blackbird
David Roman, CMO, Lenovo
Dara Treseder, CMO, Business Innovations and GE Ventures, GE
Moderator:Andrew Nusca, Fortune
Photograph by Fortune Brainstorm Tech
053
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
9:00 AM
HOW THIS STARTUP PASSED THE SCALE TEST
It wasn’t so long ago that a generation of on-demand startups commanded billion-dollar valuations and bullish growth prospects. Then reality set in. We talk to two business partners who weathered the storm and maintained their focus on sustainable scale.
Speakers:
Alfred Lin, Partner, Sequoia Capital
Tony Xu, CEO, DoorDash
Moderator: Leigh Gallagher, Fortune
Photograph by Michael Faas/Fortune
052
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
8:00 AM
BREAKFAST ROUNDTABLES
MARKETING REIMAGINED: LEVERAGING NEW TOOLS
Never before have there been so many tools—and so much customer data—at the fingertips of today’s top marketers. And yet: How do you model, predict, and improve performance when customer journeys keep changing? You need to work with other corporate functions effectively, know what the platforms of tomorrow can offer, realize when big data is too big and always personalize, personalize, personalize.
Speakers:
Brad Dickerson, CEO, Blue Apron
Dawn Laguens, Chief Brand Officer, Planned Parenthood Federation of America
Monica Long, Senior Vice President, Marketing and Communications, Ripple
Joe Marchese, President, Advertising Revenue, Fox Networks Group
Ross Martin, CEO, Blackbird
David Roman, CMO, Lenovo
Dara Treseder, CMO, Business Innovations and GE Ventures, GE
Moderator:Andrew Nusca, Fortune
Photograph by Fortune Brainstorm Tech
Channel 5's the Gadget show took part in the Britcar 24 hour endurance race with a virtual reality set up.
Just like playing on the playstation, except this kit costs in excess of £32,000.
A software programme was provided by Lotus which accurately depicted every bump & turn in the track along with Alienware's hardware, this made the experience as real as real can be said all three presenters.
053
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
9:00 AM
HOW THIS STARTUP PASSED THE SCALE TEST
It wasn’t so long ago that a generation of on-demand startups commanded billion-dollar valuations and bullish growth prospects. Then reality set in. We talk to two business partners who weathered the storm and maintained their focus on sustainable scale.
Speakers:
Alfred Lin, Partner, Sequoia Capital
Tony Xu, CEO, DoorDash
Moderator: Leigh Gallagher, Fortune
Photograph by Michael Faas/Fortune
052
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
8:00 AM
BREAKFAST ROUNDTABLES
MARKETING REIMAGINED: LEVERAGING NEW TOOLS
Never before have there been so many tools—and so much customer data—at the fingertips of today’s top marketers. And yet: How do you model, predict, and improve performance when customer journeys keep changing? You need to work with other corporate functions effectively, know what the platforms of tomorrow can offer, realize when big data is too big and always personalize, personalize, personalize.
Speakers:
Brad Dickerson, CEO, Blue Apron
Dawn Laguens, Chief Brand Officer, Planned Parenthood Federation of America
Monica Long, Senior Vice President, Marketing and Communications, Ripple
Joe Marchese, President, Advertising Revenue, Fox Networks Group
Ross Martin, CEO, Blackbird
David Roman, CMO, Lenovo
Dara Treseder, CMO, Business Innovations and GE Ventures, GE
Moderator:Andrew Nusca, Fortune
Photograph by Fortune Brainstorm Tech
She said to me that she always does this in real life as well.
Channel 5's the Gadget show took part in the Britcar 24 hour endurance race with a virtual reality set up.
Just like playing on the playstation, except this kit costs in excess of £32,000.
A software programme was provided by Lotus which accurately depicted every bump & turn in the track along with Alienware's hardware, this made the experience as real as real can be said all three presenters.
Channel 5's the Gadget show took part in the Britcar 24 hour endurance race with a virtual reality set up.
Just like playing on the playstation, except this kit costs in excess of £32,000.
A software programme was provided by Lotus which accurately depicted every bump & turn in the track along with Alienware's hardware, this made the experience as real as real can be said all three presenters.
053
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
9:00 AM
HOW THIS STARTUP PASSED THE SCALE TEST
It wasn’t so long ago that a generation of on-demand startups commanded billion-dollar valuations and bullish growth prospects. Then reality set in. We talk to two business partners who weathered the storm and maintained their focus on sustainable scale.
Speakers:
Alfred Lin, Partner, Sequoia Capital
Tony Xu, CEO, DoorDash
Moderator: Leigh Gallagher, Fortune
Photograph by Michael Faas/Fortune
052
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
8:00 AM
BREAKFAST ROUNDTABLES
MARKETING REIMAGINED: LEVERAGING NEW TOOLS
Never before have there been so many tools—and so much customer data—at the fingertips of today’s top marketers. And yet: How do you model, predict, and improve performance when customer journeys keep changing? You need to work with other corporate functions effectively, know what the platforms of tomorrow can offer, realize when big data is too big and always personalize, personalize, personalize.
Speakers:
Brad Dickerson, CEO, Blue Apron
Dawn Laguens, Chief Brand Officer, Planned Parenthood Federation of America
Monica Long, Senior Vice President, Marketing and Communications, Ripple
Joe Marchese, President, Advertising Revenue, Fox Networks Group
Ross Martin, CEO, Blackbird
David Roman, CMO, Lenovo
Dara Treseder, CMO, Business Innovations and GE Ventures, GE
Moderator:Andrew Nusca, Fortune
Photograph by Fortune Brainstorm Tech
053
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
9:00 AM
HOW THIS STARTUP PASSED THE SCALE TEST
It wasn’t so long ago that a generation of on-demand startups commanded billion-dollar valuations and bullish growth prospects. Then reality set in. We talk to two business partners who weathered the storm and maintained their focus on sustainable scale.
Speakers:
Alfred Lin, Partner, Sequoia Capital
Tony Xu, CEO, DoorDash
Moderator: Leigh Gallagher, Fortune
Photograph by Michael Faas/Fortune
052
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
8:00 AM
BREAKFAST ROUNDTABLES
MARKETING REIMAGINED: LEVERAGING NEW TOOLS
Never before have there been so many tools—and so much customer data—at the fingertips of today’s top marketers. And yet: How do you model, predict, and improve performance when customer journeys keep changing? You need to work with other corporate functions effectively, know what the platforms of tomorrow can offer, realize when big data is too big and always personalize, personalize, personalize.
Speakers:
Brad Dickerson, CEO, Blue Apron
Dawn Laguens, Chief Brand Officer, Planned Parenthood Federation of America
Monica Long, Senior Vice President, Marketing and Communications, Ripple
Joe Marchese, President, Advertising Revenue, Fox Networks Group
Ross Martin, CEO, Blackbird
David Roman, CMO, Lenovo
Dara Treseder, CMO, Business Innovations and GE Ventures, GE
Moderator:Andrew Nusca, Fortune
Photograph by Fortune Brainstorm Tech
It was all taken in good spirits.
Channel 5's the Gadget show took part in the Britcar 24 hour endurance race with a virtual reality set up.
Just like playing on the playstation, except this kit costs in excess of £32,000.
A software programme was provided by Lotus which accurately depicted every bump & turn in the track along with Alienware's hardware, this made the experience as real as real can be said all three presenters.
Jason takes time out to chat to a small group of us.
Channel 5's the Gadget show took part in the Britcar 24 hour endurance race with a virtual reality set up.
Just like playing on the playstation, except this kit costs in excess of £32,000.
A software programme was provided by Lotus which accurately depicted every bump & turn in the track along with Alienware's hardware, this made the experience as real as real can be said all three presenters.
virtual racing at Britcar 24hr endurance, Silverstone.
Channel 5's the Gadget show took part in the Britcar 24 hour endurance race with a virtual reality set up.
Just like playing on the playstation, except this kit costs in excess of £32,000.
A software programme was provided by Lotus which accurately depicted every bump & turn in the track along with Alienware's hardware, this made the experience as real as real can be said all three presenters.
In the first moments of the crash, after the initial screams and gasps, people did not know what to do or what to think. Did we really see what just happened in front of us? A moment later, the reality set in and it each person's emotions took over.
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9:00 AM
HOW THIS STARTUP PASSED THE SCALE TEST
It wasn’t so long ago that a generation of on-demand startups commanded billion-dollar valuations and bullish growth prospects. Then reality set in. We talk to two business partners who weathered the storm and maintained their focus on sustainable scale.
Speakers:
Alfred Lin, Partner, Sequoia Capital
Tony Xu, CEO, DoorDash
Moderator: Leigh Gallagher, Fortune
Photograph by Michael Faas/Fortune
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8:00 AM
BREAKFAST ROUNDTABLES
MARKETING REIMAGINED: LEVERAGING NEW TOOLS
Never before have there been so many tools—and so much customer data—at the fingertips of today’s top marketers. And yet: How do you model, predict, and improve performance when customer journeys keep changing? You need to work with other corporate functions effectively, know what the platforms of tomorrow can offer, realize when big data is too big and always personalize, personalize, personalize.
Speakers:
Brad Dickerson, CEO, Blue Apron
Dawn Laguens, Chief Brand Officer, Planned Parenthood Federation of America
Monica Long, Senior Vice President, Marketing and Communications, Ripple
Joe Marchese, President, Advertising Revenue, Fox Networks Group
Ross Martin, CEO, Blackbird
David Roman, CMO, Lenovo
Dara Treseder, CMO, Business Innovations and GE Ventures, GE
Moderator:Andrew Nusca, Fortune
Photograph by Fortune Brainstorm Tech
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Jason takes time out to chat to a small group of us.
Channel 5's the Gadget show took part in the Britcar 24 hour endurance race with a virtual reality set up.
Just like playing on the playstation, except this kit costs in excess of £32,000.
A software programme was provided by Lotus which accurately depicted every bump & turn in the track along with Alienware's hardware, this made the experience as real as real can be said all three presenters.
053
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
9:00 AM
HOW THIS STARTUP PASSED THE SCALE TEST
It wasn’t so long ago that a generation of on-demand startups commanded billion-dollar valuations and bullish growth prospects. Then reality set in. We talk to two business partners who weathered the storm and maintained their focus on sustainable scale.
Speakers:
Alfred Lin, Partner, Sequoia Capital
Tony Xu, CEO, DoorDash
Moderator: Leigh Gallagher, Fortune
Photograph by Michael Faas/Fortune
052
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
8:00 AM
BREAKFAST ROUNDTABLES
MARKETING REIMAGINED: LEVERAGING NEW TOOLS
Never before have there been so many tools—and so much customer data—at the fingertips of today’s top marketers. And yet: How do you model, predict, and improve performance when customer journeys keep changing? You need to work with other corporate functions effectively, know what the platforms of tomorrow can offer, realize when big data is too big and always personalize, personalize, personalize.
Speakers:
Brad Dickerson, CEO, Blue Apron
Dawn Laguens, Chief Brand Officer, Planned Parenthood Federation of America
Monica Long, Senior Vice President, Marketing and Communications, Ripple
Joe Marchese, President, Advertising Revenue, Fox Networks Group
Ross Martin, CEO, Blackbird
David Roman, CMO, Lenovo
Dara Treseder, CMO, Business Innovations and GE Ventures, GE
Moderator:Andrew Nusca, Fortune
Photograph by Fortune Brainstorm Tech
Channel 5's the Gadget show took part in the Britcar 24 hour endurance race with a virtual reality set up.
Just like playing on the playstation, except this kit costs in excess of £32,000.
A software programme was provided by Lotus which accurately depicted every bump & turn in the track along with Alienware's hardware, this made the experience as real as real can be said all three presenters.
053
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
9:00 AM
HOW THIS STARTUP PASSED THE SCALE TEST
It wasn’t so long ago that a generation of on-demand startups commanded billion-dollar valuations and bullish growth prospects. Then reality set in. We talk to two business partners who weathered the storm and maintained their focus on sustainable scale.
Speakers:
Alfred Lin, Partner, Sequoia Capital
Tony Xu, CEO, DoorDash
Moderator: Leigh Gallagher, Fortune
Photograph by Michael Faas/Fortune
052
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
8:00 AM
BREAKFAST ROUNDTABLES
MARKETING REIMAGINED: LEVERAGING NEW TOOLS
Never before have there been so many tools—and so much customer data—at the fingertips of today’s top marketers. And yet: How do you model, predict, and improve performance when customer journeys keep changing? You need to work with other corporate functions effectively, know what the platforms of tomorrow can offer, realize when big data is too big and always personalize, personalize, personalize.
Speakers:
Brad Dickerson, CEO, Blue Apron
Dawn Laguens, Chief Brand Officer, Planned Parenthood Federation of America
Monica Long, Senior Vice President, Marketing and Communications, Ripple
Joe Marchese, President, Advertising Revenue, Fox Networks Group
Ross Martin, CEO, Blackbird
David Roman, CMO, Lenovo
Dara Treseder, CMO, Business Innovations and GE Ventures, GE
Moderator:Andrew Nusca, Fortune
Photograph by Fortune Brainstorm Tech
053
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
9:00 AM
HOW THIS STARTUP PASSED THE SCALE TEST
It wasn’t so long ago that a generation of on-demand startups commanded billion-dollar valuations and bullish growth prospects. Then reality set in. We talk to two business partners who weathered the storm and maintained their focus on sustainable scale.
Speakers:
Alfred Lin, Partner, Sequoia Capital
Tony Xu, CEO, DoorDash
Moderator: Leigh Gallagher, Fortune
Photograph by Michael Faas/Fortune
052
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
8:00 AM
BREAKFAST ROUNDTABLES
MARKETING REIMAGINED: LEVERAGING NEW TOOLS
Never before have there been so many tools—and so much customer data—at the fingertips of today’s top marketers. And yet: How do you model, predict, and improve performance when customer journeys keep changing? You need to work with other corporate functions effectively, know what the platforms of tomorrow can offer, realize when big data is too big and always personalize, personalize, personalize.
Speakers:
Brad Dickerson, CEO, Blue Apron
Dawn Laguens, Chief Brand Officer, Planned Parenthood Federation of America
Monica Long, Senior Vice President, Marketing and Communications, Ripple
Joe Marchese, President, Advertising Revenue, Fox Networks Group
Ross Martin, CEO, Blackbird
David Roman, CMO, Lenovo
Dara Treseder, CMO, Business Innovations and GE Ventures, GE
Moderator:Andrew Nusca, Fortune
Photograph by Fortune Brainstorm Tech
053
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
9:00 AM
HOW THIS STARTUP PASSED THE SCALE TEST
It wasn’t so long ago that a generation of on-demand startups commanded billion-dollar valuations and bullish growth prospects. Then reality set in. We talk to two business partners who weathered the storm and maintained their focus on sustainable scale.
Speakers:
Alfred Lin, Partner, Sequoia Capital
Tony Xu, CEO, DoorDash
Moderator: Leigh Gallagher, Fortune
Photograph by Michael Faas/Fortune
052
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
8:00 AM
BREAKFAST ROUNDTABLES
MARKETING REIMAGINED: LEVERAGING NEW TOOLS
Never before have there been so many tools—and so much customer data—at the fingertips of today’s top marketers. And yet: How do you model, predict, and improve performance when customer journeys keep changing? You need to work with other corporate functions effectively, know what the platforms of tomorrow can offer, realize when big data is too big and always personalize, personalize, personalize.
Speakers:
Brad Dickerson, CEO, Blue Apron
Dawn Laguens, Chief Brand Officer, Planned Parenthood Federation of America
Monica Long, Senior Vice President, Marketing and Communications, Ripple
Joe Marchese, President, Advertising Revenue, Fox Networks Group
Ross Martin, CEO, Blackbird
David Roman, CMO, Lenovo
Dara Treseder, CMO, Business Innovations and GE Ventures, GE
Moderator:Andrew Nusca, Fortune
Photograph by Fortune Brainstorm Tech
==Arkham West: Forests==
Before The Mirror Match
Neal Emerson knelt beside a frozen pond, staring into the clouded abyss.
“Useless,” his reflection taunted him; its voice was deep and commanding, with a slight metallic reverb that Emerson’s lacked.
“No,” Emerson replied softly, tilting his head away from the ice, although that did nothing to halt the verbal onslaught.
“Pathetic.”
Emerson’s eyes watered. “Stop,” he pleaded, his fists clenching.
“Weakling.”
“Please.”
The voice scoffed. “Lynns didn’t recruit us so you could play pacifist. So that you could flee. If you want to position yourself as a moral objectivist, then why not listen to what you’re objecting to.”
Emerson pricked his ears up; the distant yelling caught his attention, and he bowed his head in shame. “They’re dying,” he whispered wearily.
“Yes. Because of you. But if you let me take control, if you let me steer this ship, these Outcasts, these nobodies, these degenerates will be obliterated; reduced to dust by nothing more than a clenched fist and a focused mind.”
“No,” Emerson stressed, to anyone else, his conviction would appear absolute, but Polaris knew his better half better than that.
“Then you condemn them to death,” he warned. “Coward, hiding from Zoom like you hid from father and the hag. They thought you weak too. Before me. Before our powers. Before our mastery of magnetism brought Coast City to its knees. Untethered, we could bring this island and all of Gotham to their knees.”
“That wasn’t the deal,” Emerson shook his head.
“The deal, Emerson, was that we defeat Zoom, or failing that buy the Misfits enough time to extract Walker from Arkham. In fact, as I recall, Lynns asked, nay, pleaded for our help. You reneged on that, I didn’t.”
Emerson didn’t respond.
===Arkham West: Forests==
Now
“Pluggy! Pluggy!” Paul Booker’s nasally cries echoed through the woods; his arms wrapped around Big Sir’s enormous shoulders like he was a Jedi Master on the swamps of Dagobah.
“Maj, maybe we should circle back, check in on the others?” The Mighty Bruce lagged behind, himself carrying an assortment of various supplies, and some merchandise they had extracted from Lord Manga’s cart upon their exit.
“Jesus!” Booker jumped, steering Ratchett towards their non-costumed associate. “How long have you been here!”
Bruce frowned. “About 15 minutes, why?”
“No reason,” Booker scratched his forehead. “Just thought Zoom killed ya.”
…
“You got my headache medication, right?”
“Oh,” Bruce paused, sticking his finger through a hole in his jean pocket. “I must’ve dropped it somewhere outside Intensive Treatment. Sorry, Maj.”
“‘Sorry’ ain’t gonna clear my migraine! Hurry back and go grab it! Chop-chop!” Booker demanded, clapping his hands together like an impatient noble man ordering his servant.
“Alone?” Bruce stuttered. “Can’t I take Big Sir?”
“And leave me to walk across this frozen tundra by myself? I could trip! Slip on the ice and crack my head! ‘Sides, I just bought these boots!”
“They are lovely boots, Mr Major,” Ratchett confirmed.
“Sir stays, you go,” Booker repeated, blushing slightly.
“Zoom might still be-”
“Then you’d better chop choppier!” Booker declared, unmoved by his concerns. And with a tap on Ratchett’s shoulders, the enormous man carried Booker deeper into the forests.
===Arkham Asylum===
As Gaige pushed forward, he felt a sudden tightness around his neck, like a hangman’s noose. Scowling, he looked down; he was back in a shirt and tie; then back up; recognising his surroundings. He was standing in the manager’s office above the Iceberg Lounge, the neon lights of the Gotham skyline bathing the room in bright shades of greens and blues. Gaige had many a fantasy, but none of them involved the cigar-smoke-stained lodgings of Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot. And they certainly didn’t involve the shabby suit wearing visage of Mr Moth, who was sat in Cobblepot’s chair, feet up on his desk, exposing the worn-out soles of his loafers, his orange helmet balanced atop the chair’s headrest. Not a fantasy, then, a memory, reconstructed by Billings. He stepped forward, and was halted by an invisible barrier, like an out of bounds areas in one of Axel’s video games. A mass of black and white swam beneath his heel, contained by a layer of thick glass, like a yin and yang symbol; the only balance in this den of sin.
“Glad you could join us. Me and Gracie here have been having a whale of a time,” Billings voice called out. He was dressed in a slick black tuxedo, but an orange bow tie kept the Spellbinder’s aesthetic alive. Gaige grunted something in acknowledgement; a phrase barely audible but certainly unpleasant.
“Ah, no need for that,” Billings sneered, stirring his martini with a cocktail stick, olive still skewered atop it. “I read your file. Now the others, the others were easy; ‘oh, curse our dead relatives and defects!’ But you, you’re a nasty piece of work. I could give you a hundred daughters and it wouldn’t mean shit.”
“It wouldn’t mean shit because it isn’t real, you fucking Cinnabon,” Gaige snarled.
“Maybe not, but this is,” Billings teased, a manic twinkle in his eye. “Seem familiar? This, is the day you went from in-law to the only law.”
Gaige turned back. “Why don’t you fuck off and make a third Birdemic?”
“Why don’t you sit back and enjoy the show. I know I’m going to,” Billings tittered, taking an empty sip from his martini glass.
“We need to talk.”
Gaige stiffened. The voice was his own, but it hadn’t come from his mouth. The doors had opened, and a marginally younger Gaige was being escorted in by The Wrath, who had disarmed the pirate’s loaded pistol, and added it to the vast armoury affixed to his utility belt.
“He had this,” Wrath stated, placing a cocoon cartridge on the desk. Recognition flashed in Walker’s eyes, as he looked over at his guest.
“My boy send ya?”
“No,” the other Gaige grunted.
“Nah. Of course not,” Mr Moth relaxed, unscrewing the lid of his bottle of whiskey and pouring the contents into two glass tumblers. “He wouldn’t have the stones. Never did... You know what I’m talking about, yeah?”
“Maybe,” that other Gaige replied.
“Yeah. Yeah, you do. I mean, he’s a suck-up, a sycophant for whoever throws him a bone, you can’t not fucking notice. He’s soft. He’s soft in the head, y’see? Tara babied him, said he was just ‘special,’ but I knew. Use whatever buzzwords you like, but I knew my son was damaged goods. That he was one of them freaks, wrong up here. Always playing dress up in the garden, giving the moths names. The fucking moths. They’re vehicles of destructions, not pets, Drury, I told the little shit that!
That’s why I stuck his arm in that pen. Has he shown you the scars yet? Used to wave his hand at all his teachers, his chums, CPS... Baby.
The only one that did any good for anyone was the bastard that wasn’t even mine. Tara shagged some other insect prick at her Hen Do. Slag.”
“Uh huh. Can’t imagine why. You’re the full fucking package."
Outwardly, The Other Gaige remained calm, smiling cordially; yet, had Walker cared to look behind his mask, he would have seen blazing eyes filled with contempt staring back. Had he looked closer still, he would have noticed Gaige fiddling with his sleeve; the pirate flicked downwards, and a knife slid out of his cuff. Then, like his namesake, The Tiger Shark struck: the knife tore open his caped captor’s torso; Wrath let out a cry of pain; leaving himself open. Gaige retrieved his pistol and shot at the headrest of Walker’s throne. Walker, dived behind the desk, shrieking “Shit shit shit!” over and over as more gunshots rang out.
The Other Gaige didn’t get far; he advanced two steps only before a purple glove reeled him back; cracking its fist across his face. Wrath wasn’t done yet. Floored, Gaige jammed his knife into Wrath’s foot, mooring his boot to the ground; his free leg responded in turn by kicking him in the face; as Gaige fell back, so did the knife, freeing Wrath’s foot. Gaige ducked behind the desk, removing another clip from the bottom drawer; Walker placed his hand across his wrist to stop him; a futile gesture, as Gaige replied with a headbutt, instantly incapacitating him. Walker dealt with for now, Gaige grabbed a familiar hooked handle leant against the desk, then extended the purple umbrella; but it was just an umbrella; Cobblepot must have kept the real firepower under lock and key. At least its silhouette masked his movements long enough for him to reload. Gaige got three shots off before Wrath responded, tossing a razor-edged Wratharang that embedded itself in Gaige’s gun-hand. Close quarters, then.
Billings leaned forwards, fingers steepled as he revelled in the purposeful fisticuffs between two trained killers, with a fluidity and brutality so intense, so engrossing, that he almost forgot the victor had been decided years prior. He had also completely forgotten the real Gaige. The Other Gaige used Wrath’s intended handicap to his advantage, swinging the embedded Wratharang forwards, slashing Wrath’s wrists and forearms as he tried shielding himself. Eventually, Wrath chopped the weapon in half with a well-timed karate chop. Gaige was thrown backwards, then while downed, retrieved his handgun. His hand shook as he held it aloft, his nerve endings torn open by the Wratharang, then aimed downwards. Wrath scoffed, presuming that blurred vision and a shaky arm was affecting Gaige’s aim.
No, Wrath had forgotten where he was standing. Two gunshots hit the floor; the glass creaked, cracked, then gave way, plunging Wrath into the icy waters. As he attempted to climb out, Gaige stepped onto his hand. A black and white behemoth ascended from the depths, clamping its jaws around his torso and dragging him back.
Gaige advanced, this time unimpeded; Wrath thrashed about behind him, the pristine blue pool now a shade of dark crimson as limb after limb were torn off and swallowed by The Orca. Walker tried to run, but no sooner had he stood up, did Gaige grab him by the tie, and trap it within the desk’s topmost drawer.
“Was- was it something I said?” Walker asked, genuine, horrified bewilderment in his eyes.
The Other Gaige said nothing, but methodically lifted the cocoon cartridge off the desk and removed the safety pin. Walker’s eyes bulged as he read the pirate’s intent. “Gaige, Gaige, wait- wait, you’re not- you wouldn’t-”
Walker couldn’t finish. He couldn’t. Because Gaige would, and he had. Without hesitation, he rammed the cocoon cartridge into Walker’s mouth, then made him bite down. Acidic sludge burnt through his body, suffocating his insides, stifling his screams. Green, swamp-like muck dribbled through his cheek and when there was no sinew left to burn through, his jaw snapped off, and hit the floor. Gun in hand, The Other Gaige stood over the body; the muffled screams had subsided, but bubbles continued to blow from the mutilated maw of Mr Moth.
“Baby,” he said coldly, then turned his head back to the body floating on the water's surface; Wrath had stopped flailing, while Orca had retreated back into the depths of her watery domain. Gaige turned his handgun to him and shot him in the back, twice for good measure, then left the way he came.
~-~
“Billings. Billings?” a cold voice cut through the fog of events long past.
“I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO INTERUPT ME,” Billings jerked forwards, spit flicking off his lips, as the surrounding grandeur of the Iceberg Lounge faded back into memory, replaced by the oppressive grey architecture of Arkham Asylum. He was back in his observation room, stationed at a makeshift recording studio, Gaige nothing more than a red dot on his computer screen. He reached for a comforting sip from his martini glass and immediately found himself disappointed, having momentarily forgotten its contents were but another illusion.
Harry Sims ignored Billings’ hungover chastising. He hadn’t the patience for it. “Kyle is dead,” he stated coolly.
Billings stared back blankly, as he mentally ran through the names of their allies, searching for a ‘Kyle’ somewhere within his addled mind.
“The King of Cats,” Sims said slowly, as though educating a particularly thick-headed, one-legged toddler.
“Oh. Oh! That thing had a name? Someone actually wrote its birth certificate? Unbelievable, I- Hang on, I thought it was immortal?” Billings queried.
“Its spirit was,” Sims confirmed, his underlying bitterness unnoticed by Billings. “Now, its spirit resides within a sword.”
“A sword,” Billings repeated, his bloodshot eyes narrowing in suspicion.
“Yes. It appears so,” Sims restated.
“What, a magic sword?” Billings speculated.
“Probably.”
With a groan, Billings receded back into his chair. “I really hate magic,” he muttered, as he retrieved his hip flask and took a mercifully tangible sip of dark rum.
Sims bowed his head. “Yes, I’m not overly fond of it either... And that’s just the tip of the iceberg: Zoom is imprisoned, Crane indisposed, Cobb is unresponsive... And The Flash is here.”
“The Flash?” Billings shot upwards; his upper lip stained with darkened liquid.
“One of them, yes,” Sims replied. He placed a single polaroid onto the desk and Billings lunged for it.
“Fucking- They told me no Leaguers!” Billings protested, scrunching the photograph into a ball with misdirected anger. “Krill promised!”
“Mm,” Sims nodded solemnly. “And where is Krill now?”
Billings’ animated indignation dissipated in an instant. “At least tell me Walker’s secure,” he pleaded, rubbing his eyeballs with grubby fingertips.
“For now.”
“FoR nOw,” Billings repeated in a poor imitation of Sims’ intonation. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That he’s contained. But he’s started to notice the cracks. The blemishes. He left the school play early,” Sims elaborated.
Billings, who had begun flicking through the pages of his script, looked up suddenly, scorned by Sims’ insinuation. “There ARE no cracks or blemishes!” he admonished his companion. “How early?”
“Before Act 2.”
“I loved Act 2,” Billings groaned. “Some of my best material was in Act 2.”
“Mm.”
Billings, looked up hopefully, seeking validation from his camera-shy compatriot. Instead, Sims stood steady, silent; impossible to read as long as he was wearing that box over his head. Recognising there was no sense in pushing the matter further, Billings sought comfort from his hip flask filled with liquid luck instead, then offered a feeble apology for his earlier outbursts. “Sorry, fuck, I’m sorry. We’re not ready! I thought Hayden was supposed to keep him docile?”
“That’s the other thing,” Sims replied.
“There’s ANOTHER thing?” Billings flung his flask forwards, unintentionally spattering Sims’ spats with dark rum.
“Hayden’s gone.”
===Arkham Asylum: Intensive Treatment===
“Flash, mate. We may’ve won tha battle, but we’ve still got a war tae win. They’ll no’ be givin’ up Walker withoot a fight.”
“Flash?”
Wally wasn’t listening; McCulloch’s pleas were drowned out by the ringing in his ears. He sank to his knees, weary, exhausted. His bruised body had healed; a perk of the lightning running through his veins, but some scars remained. Hunter was gone. Wally had watched him vanish behind a rippling mirror himself not two minutes prior, and he was still watching now. He wondered that if he stared long enough, Hunter might emerge unharmed and begin their game anew. Then, Wally wondered if that was fear, or hope.
Either way, it didn’t matter, he sighed. Either way, Hunter was gone. If not dead, then suffering an eternal nightmare separated from this plane. Sitting there, the seconds felt like hours, a million emotions flowing through his mind; he felt guilty, he felt heartache, and though he hated himself for it, Wally felt relief. Relief that Zoom could never again hurt him or Linda. He sighed again, looking back at the mirror that had claimed the long-tormented soul of Hunter Zolomon; now as still as all the others. But still, he couldn’t help wondering; would Barry have saved him?
Again, he concluded, it didn't matter. Hunter was gone, the key to his freedom resting within the holster of a Scottish sociopath. So, whose reflection was that? Who was the man in yellow standing behind them?
“It is the dream of every teacher that their student one day surpasses them,” a voice tutted, cool and clinical.
Below Wally’s crimson cowl, his orange hair stood on end, as though struck by static electricity. Only one thing could cause his body to react like that. Another speedster.
“Oh, Hunter... My Hunter,” The Professor stepped forward, shaking his cowled head. “I told you; The Flashes weren’t worth your time. Vain. Cruel. Selfish. And oh, so slow.”
McCulloch chortled. “Have ya no’ looked in the fookin’ mirror, mate? We fookin’ get it, Incrediboy; The Flash jilted ya an’ noo you’ve got a fookin’ syndrome about ‘im.”
The Professor looked back, red eyes glowing, his nose wrinkling. “Ah, that slurred speech could only belong to Evan McCulloch. When I took this post, I didn’t expect to be teaching kindergarten. Baby Tricksters. Baby Mirror Masters. Baby Flashes.”
“Thawne?” Wally spoke, his mouth dry. “You’re-”
“Alive? Yes. Now I’ve had this conversation three times today, so if you don’t mind, I’d rather skip straight to the unpleasantries. So! Why don’t you toddle back through the looking glass?” he directed his red-eyed gaze to McCulloch.
“Naw. I never run from a fight, mate.”
Thawne smiled. “Learn to.”
He sped forwards and swung his arm across McCulloch’s throat; his head, snapped off and hit the ground, shattering into chunks of inanimate glass. Wally sighed, relieved, but wondered how many times McCulloch could pull that trick off before their enemies caught on. His eyes drifted to the mirror behind Thawne, where an orange and green reflection made a shushing motion. Pink hands emerged from the mirror’s surface, a little closer and they’d be around Thawne’s throat, that’s all that was needed to reunite master with apprentice.
But Wally’s fears proved correct. Thawne had noticed his reflection in the farthest mirror and caught McCulloch edging closer through the looking glass. And he smirked. Wally shot up to distract him; Thawne’s fist cracked his jaw, and before McCulloch could retreat, The Professor’s palms were on the mirror. He vibrated the glass; and the screen cracked, distorting McCulloch’s connection, and leaving his severed hands on the other side. Thawne kicked McCulloch’s left hand aside, a wide grin on his face.
The Scotsman screamed in unbearable agony, pounding his wrists against the mirror from the other side, shrieking obscenities at Thawne’s smug face. “Ahm gonnae sprinkle glass doon yur urethra you fookin’ cu-”
“I’m sorry,” Thawne cut him off. “I don’t speak moron. Perhaps Flash can interpret for you. Or better still-”
With a final slam of his fist, the mirror shattered, stranding McCulloch in the Mirror-Verse.
“Allow me to shatter your delusions of grandeur.”
Incensed, Wally shot upwards, trading quick blows that Thawne countered with ease, critiquing his form at every turn. “Slow. Sluggish. Clearly fatherhood doesn’t suit you, West,” he sneered. “I can rectify that.”
“That’s the last life you get to ruin,” Wally snarled.
“Your uncle’s optimism?” Thawne queried. “Or childish fantasy? Shall we find out?”
~-~
Harry Sims sat in front of a dozen screens, switching between security cam footage across the Asylum. From here, he could see everything. Well, almost everything; one lone sewage tunnel remained a blind spot; Billings had ignored his concerns, and it had cost them Crane. And now, Sims was certain that Pike had not come alone. Someone else was smashing those cameras. Someone else was covering their tracks. And Sims took that affront as a personal slight. No one would cut him out of the narrative.
Certainly, Sims was never more comfortable than behind a screen, watching the ugliness of their vile little world on full display, while sat a comfortable distance away. All of Arkham at his fingertips. Every drop of spilled blood. Every quiet moment of vulnerability. Drury Walker, stumbling through a dream-turned-nightmare. Thomas Blake, half-blind and mourning. He could see Roger Hayden, gaily prancing through the Arkham Forest, a joyous melody carried by the wind. Sims tutted, his hand caressing the velvet armrest. Let the pirate play. If Billings would not heed his warnings, then he would be the one cannibalised by their opponents. And Sims would have his final moments of mortality immortalised in film, like Drake and Kyle. Like Karlo. Yes. Harry Sims had made a career out of capturing people at their most comprising and in their most vulnerable moments, recording their pain on printed paper. But for the longest time, he had kept the gratification he felt from it hidden. Sat alone at his monitors, listening to Billings babble pretentiously to their captives in the other room, Sims’ gloved hand clutched the armrest tighter still.
~-~
Booker and Ratchett traversed deeper into the woods; a headlamp strapped to Ratchett’s forehead the only thing guiding them through the thickets. Reaching a small clearing, Booker hopped off Ratchett’s back, then slapped his side like a knight would his steed. Something was moving in the dark, cloaked and humanoid. Stepping forwards, he wound up his flashlight and pointed it at the caped figure squatting between a pair of ancient oak trees. “Who’s there? Pluggy?” Booker asked cautiously.
“Oh, hello,” a childlike voice sang back. “It’s so nice to meet you. My name is Roger, would you like to be my friend?” the figure asked, a small beam of moonlight reflecting off his golden mask.
“Put that hand away, you oversized ogre!” Booker snapped, intercepting Ratchett’s outstretched arm. “That’s the frickin’ Psycho Pirate!”
“He can’t be a pirate, Mr Major. Where is his eyepatch?” Ratchett folded his arms, as if his logic was airtight.
“I’ll give you an eyepatch if you don’t start pounding this harlequin hippie into mulch, y’hear? I’ll make you walk the goddamn plank!” Booker snarled.
“Ooh, Big Sir loves swimming! The fish are tickly and slippery, and they nibble Big Sir’s toes!”
“I’ll... not do that,” Booker cut himself off, as he re-evaluated his response. “You’re embarrassing me in front of the supervillain!”
Hayden let out a high-pitched giggle, averting his pale gaze to Ratchett’s petted lip. “Oh, the injustices! Such horrendous, horrible injustices! You hate him! How he orders you, how he bosses you, how he profits from your success! How he leaches the riches from your every triumph!”
Ratchett’s humungous brow lowered. “But Mr Major is good to Big Sir. He is Big Sir’s bestest pal!”
The joy vanished from Hayden’s white eyes, as they shifted between the dysfunctional duo. “That’s not- Strike him down!” Hayden squeaked petulantly. “Bludgeon him! Batter him! Splatter him into paste! You know you want to!”
“Not Mr Major, the Injustice League means everything to Big Sir!”
“But-”
“Hah!” Booker chuckled, truly vindicated for the first time in his wretched life. “That lug don’t think like that. Heck, he don’t think full stop!”
Before Hayden could move his focus to the Major, a hellish war cry echoed through the trees. Its owner was the Mighty Bruce, driven by his devotion to the Major. As he charged forth, Hayden’s eyes widened, noticing the AK-47 in Bruce’s arms, one of the few firearms stored at the Misfit's encampment outside Intensive Treatment. At a rare loss for words, Hayden grabbed the hem of his cape and fled.
“One... bottle... of... ibuprofen... as... requested,” Bruce announced breathlessly, lifting the small bottle out of his breast pocket and presenting it to Booker.
“Uhuh,” Booker nodded, pocketing the pills. “You bring a protein pack? I’m starving.”
==The Bowman Estate==
Jenna re-entered the library alone, staring into the gaping hole in the wall that led into the bunker below. Into The Riddler’s domain. Cobb had agreed to help; it had taken a lot of convincing and a lot of tears, but yes, The Signalman would help her. Jenna wasn’t entirely sure what his aid entailed yet; Cobb’s frequent acts of terrorism spoke for themselves, but strangely, she felt as though death had reinvigorated him, somewhat. She could only hope that Mayo was safe, and that he had signalled to the others of their impending doom should The Signalman fail. As she approached the opening in the wall, Jenna knelt beside the downed clock, knocked aside when Tockman pursued them upwards into the manor. Her white gloves brushed over carved oak and a sentimental smile came across her face. It was German-made, antique; it probably cost more than anything she had ever made as a carpenter. And here it lay on its side, glass cracked but still ticking, nothing more than a prop in an elaborate charade. A waste, really.
Then Jenna realised.
The clock had stopped. Around twenty minutes ago, if the stationary hands were any indication. Must’ve broken on impact. So why was it ticking?
Unless it wasn’t.
“Not one step further,” a voice warned, belonging to another German relic. Tockman had returned; he kept his silver revolver pointed at Jenna’s chest as he walked forwards, his figure illuminated by light creeping through the glass skyline.
“Tockman, we don’t have to-” Jenna started, only for Tockman to silence her with a raised palm.
“I don’t want to kill you,” he admitted. The gun felt heavy in his hand. Heavier than it had been moments before. Before he had looked at her face and saw the fear in her eyes.
“The feeling’s mutual,” Jenna flashed an anxious smile. “Put the gun down.”
“I don’t want to kill you,” Tockman repeated monotonously. “But your death will secure my place in Nygma’s new world. And I- I am afraid I haven’t the time to conjure up an alternative.”
“There- There is another way,” Jenna suggested, her voice wavering. “You can put the gun down and you can help us stop him.”
“Us,” Tockman clicked his tongue. “You and who? The sauce merchant? The sauerkraut sissy? That imbecile?”
“No,” Jenna stated, hoping to divert Tockman’s attention away from Mayo if possible. “Not him.”
Tockman’s hand started to shake, as the Clock King processed Jenna’s inference. “Cobb. You spoke to Cobb,” he paused. “What did he say?”
“Well? What?”
Jenna tried to put on a brave front, but she couldn’t disguise her shivering body, nor shaking voice. “About you?” she asked. “Nothing. You’re nothing. Not to Cobb, and especially not to Nygma. Try using your own head for once! Put the gun down.”
Tockman shook his head, but his hand had steadied. “Cobb would have mentioned me.”
Jenna sighed; still she struggled to find the words to diffuse the situation; she didn’t know Tockman; she barely knew Kuttler, she had no idea how to talk him down. So, she began looking inwards. “I know, it’s hard. It is hard, it’s fucking hard, to say no. They say all the right things; they cook your breakfast; buy you flowers and do all these grand gestures. And that makes you feel good, great even. But it makes them feel better. Because in the end... In the end, they only care about themselves. And if you’re not- If you’re not careful, if you don’t know when it’s time to stop, call it quits; get off the ride; call a bleeding cab; you’re either going to find yourself standing over their body with a sledgehammer. Or you’ll be bleeding out in a bunker downstairs.”
The gun remained steady. “Cobb would have mentioned me,” Tockman repeated.
Jenna shook her head in quiet resignation. “He didn’t.”
Tockman exhaled, and when he responded, it was with a dry throat. “Then he, like you, deserves this fate” he decided, pressing down on the revolver’s hammer. “Auf wiedersehen, ‘Zimmerer’”
Jenna braced herself, but the bullet never came; instead, a deafening whir of machinery filled the room, and before either party could respond, a tsunami of sauce slammed Tockman against the wall, coating him in a thick, sticky mixture of condiments. The gun fell from his hand and harmlessly rattled down the shaft below. Mayo’s hand stayed on the trigger until there was no sauce left, until his gun was left making spurting noises like an almost-empty ketchup bottle, until not a single thread on Tockman’s clothes was clean. No longer pinned to the wall by high-velocity seasoning, Tockman made a defeated, gurgling groan, then quietly collapsed onto the ground.
“He- He was going to kill you,” Mayo stammered.
“Yeah,” Jenna nodded, keeping her damp eyes away from Mayo’s inquisitive gaze as she wiped a brown smear of sauce off Tockman’s satchel. “But he didn’t. Thanks.”
Mayo gulped. “Anytime.”
“I used your phone,” he added, fishing it out of his pocket. “Tried Gar, Chuck. Joe. Nothing. We’re on our own”
Jenna opened the satchel, its contents illuminating her face with a red glow. “Maybe not,” she spoke, fishing out one of a dozen clock-shaped incendiaries, each no larger than a hockey puck.
“See?” she beamed back at Mayo, holding the bomb aloft for him to see. “It’s just a matter of time.”
~-~
Roger Hayden glided through the Arkham Forest, his cape flowing in the breeze; white eyes darted back and forth, paranoid he may have been followed by that gun-toting maniac. He sighed, gone were the days in which the multiverse trembled from his words. So many Flashpoints and Crises had dampened the power that his Monitor had bestowed upon him. Now he couldn’t even turn the famously fickle Injustice League against one another. He approached a small pond, and his demeanour changed; one man sat alone on the dirt, staring into the frozen river. Hayden’s eyes gleamed, and as he creeped forward, he wrung his hands with excitement. ‘An opportunity,’ he thought. ‘A gift.’ A chance to make up for his earlier humiliation. “My, oh my, what are you doing out here?” he inquired. “All by yourself. All alone.”
“I’m not alone,” a quiet voice escaped the man’s mask.
“No,” Hayden skipped forward, blissfully ignorant of Neal Emerson’s inner demons. “No, you’re not. Because you have me!”
Unnoticed by either man, a third individual had entered the clearing and taken cover behind a tall tree trunk. Grey-haired and vengeful, they reached inside their tattered overcoat and retrieved a policeman’s service pistol. ‘Four bullets,’ they reminded themself. Only four bullets. But perhaps they could spare one on Hayden. The onlooker hadn’t forgotten his double-cross at the Royal, hadn’t forgotten The Pirate’s violating voice in his head. And with him dead, that would leave one bullet each for Walker, The Clown and Krill, if he lived. More than enough. The Costume was ash, Day was dead, and last he heard, they were still pulling bits of glass out of The Batman. No, this time, this time, he’d win.
“I can look after you!” Hayden promised his new plaything, as he edged closer towards him. “I can take away the fear! I can make you happy!”
Emerson’s head jerked upwards suddenly, and he spoke with another’s voice. “I am happy,” he corrected Hayden.
“Urk-!” Hayden choked; his Medusa Mask cut into the sides of his face, its edges bending to the Doctor’s will, then at his command, it lifted him skull-first above the ground. Polaris rose to his feet, amused by The Pirate’s misplaced pluck.
“Silly faceless man,” Polaris’ voice reverberated. “Did you truly think you could slink inside this mind? Our mind? Did you think I would allow that? There is no room for you in here.”
“You’re frightened! Terrified! You- HRRRRNGH!”
The Medusa Mask twisted upwards, crunching Hayden’s jaw and suppressing his words. But Polaris kept going. “Your weapons are words. Mine are metal. Let us see which is stronger.”
“Breev! Cant breev!” Hayden squealed, as the mask tightened against his skull, suffocating him. His skull grew tighter, his thoughts more jumbled, and when Polaris clenched his fist, Roger Hayden knew no more.
Polaris released his grip, and what remained of Roger Hayden collapsed into a headless heap on the forest floor. Polaris wiped away a chunk of grey matter off his silver faceplate, then stepped over Hayden's bloodied body.
“Cute.”
“Jesus. Jesus Christ,” the onlooker whispered, looking down at his gun. It felt useless now, as light as one of his daughter’s old water pistols. As he stepped out from behind the tree, Polaris’ metallic voice called out to him, stopping him in his tracks.
“You have four bullets in that gun. Are you going to waste one of them on me?” Polaris cocked his head to one side.
The man looked back at him, wide-eyed, then purposefully returned the gun to his inside pocket.
“Then don’t waste my time,” Polaris warned.
==Van Cleer Manor==
Drury was standing in the hallway, stone-faced, his head rested against a wooden door. The front door opened; Merry left her master’s side and bounded down the steps, barking excitedly. Drury stayed still; his eyelids were closed, but tears were still leaking down his face.
“There you are!” Miranda exclaimed, holding a wet umbrella in her hand; ignorant, Merry continued to bounce up and down behind her, her golden tail swinging from side to side. “I’ve been looking all over for you! The way you sped out of there, I thought you’d been run over! What were you-”
“Miranda,” Drury cut her off, finally tilting his head back. “What’s behind this door?”
“What?” Miranda frowned. “I told you-”
“You told me it was a towel closet,” Drury swallowed, running his hand down the varnished finish. “But it’s not, is it?”
Miranda rolled her eyes, placing a concerned hand on her husband’s shoulder. “You’re being silly, now- what else would it be?”
“Well, exactly,” Drury smiled, his eyes red and puffy. “Of course, you’re right. Always right. Look at you,” he beamed, hugging her and holding her tightly. “You’re soaked right to the bone. So, why don’t I dry you off,” he offered, reaching over her and gripping the door handle.
“Don’t!” Miranda panicked.
Drury’s hand stayed on the handle, a placid look on his face.
“I mean- Drury, wouldn’t you rather, God, I don’t know, come through to the living room, put on a film, and cuddle beside me?”
“More than anything.”
“We could watch The Room.”
“You hated The Room,” Drury scoffed.
“I don’t.”
“You did,” Drury replied, resting a tender hand on her cheek. “But you still watched it with me, because you knew I loved it. Just like you put with my stupid schemes, and the manic episodes, and the deals with devils. When Gar joined the Society, when Julian went Awol, when Lightning Bug fucked everything up, I always had you. But I can’t keep pretending anymore. I can’t keep relying on you, on the memory of you. Oh, Tiger Lily, I have to- I need to wake up.”
He removed his hand from her cheek and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
“Drury!” Miranda pleaded. “Why can’t you just tell me what’s going on? Why won’t you just talk to me?”
“Because you’re dead!”
As soon as he said those words, reality set in. He could see her, clear as day, the sword protruding from her stomach, the trickle of blood running down her chin. Her eyes glazed over. He knew it was real. And it killed him to admit it. Miranda’s arm fell by her side, no longer anxious to keep him from the door; Drury Walker stepped through the door, and Killer Moth entered his Cave.
The quiet muttering was absent. The melodious whispering was silent. And for the first time since he had opened his eyes on Thursday morning,
Drury’s head was clear.
Reality sets in as Alex, Austin and Tyler are told they’ll be changing into a humiliating striped jail uniform. Apparently they won’t be going home anytime soon.
With his parents watching intently, Little Billy presses the ball up the field while analyzing the movements of his opponent.
Deftly keeping the ball under control, he visually imagines himself performing the next movement flawlessly, just like the consultant at the soccer school was talking about.
Time seems to slow down as his legs and arms relax, and his mind enters a Zen-like state.
Squaring up to his opponent, he pushes the ball slightly forward to his supporting leg
Then instantly flicking the ball horizontally down the wing as his opponents is wrong footed, he uses his speed to accelerate past him....WHOOSH
Next, a Ronaldinho Flip-Flap freezes the sweeper.
BAM! a powerful shot sails past the hapless goalie who has been mesmerized by the awesome display of talent unfolding in front of him. GOOOOOOAAAAALLLLLL!
But then reality sets in:
Father Yells "Don’t get to close to the defender , he'll steal the ball from you!"
Coach screams "Cross it Cross it!"
Assistant Coach screams: "Shoot ! Shoot!"
I take this picture as the ball squirts harmlessly off of Billy's foot over the touch line.
053
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
9:00 AM
HOW THIS STARTUP PASSED THE SCALE TEST
It wasn’t so long ago that a generation of on-demand startups commanded billion-dollar valuations and bullish growth prospects. Then reality set in. We talk to two business partners who weathered the storm and maintained their focus on sustainable scale.
Speakers:
Alfred Lin, Partner, Sequoia Capital
Tony Xu, CEO, DoorDash
Moderator: Leigh Gallagher, Fortune
Photograph by Michael Faas/Fortune
052
Wednesday, July 18th, 2018
Fortune Brainstorm Tech
8:00 AM
BREAKFAST ROUNDTABLES
MARKETING REIMAGINED: LEVERAGING NEW TOOLS
Never before have there been so many tools—and so much customer data—at the fingertips of today’s top marketers. And yet: How do you model, predict, and improve performance when customer journeys keep changing? You need to work with other corporate functions effectively, know what the platforms of tomorrow can offer, realize when big data is too big and always personalize, personalize, personalize.
Speakers:
Brad Dickerson, CEO, Blue Apron
Dawn Laguens, Chief Brand Officer, Planned Parenthood Federation of America
Monica Long, Senior Vice President, Marketing and Communications, Ripple
Joe Marchese, President, Advertising Revenue, Fox Networks Group
Ross Martin, CEO, Blackbird
David Roman, CMO, Lenovo
Dara Treseder, CMO, Business Innovations and GE Ventures, GE
Moderator:Andrew Nusca, Fortune
Photograph by Fortune Brainstorm Tech