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Homeostatopia

        replicating and self-interested. It’s the way to go, Greg. What do you
        think?”
          One on one he was irresistible. If he and Al Magnus were to meet
        it would be dazzling. “I think you’re a genius. And I’m going to get
        on board—no, not to build mud bungalows. I want to finance your
        Nodal  Village  solar  array  package  start-up.  Just  how  much  do  you
        need to get it off the ground?”
          He raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes, allowing the pupils
        to adjust to the size of the monstrous albacore he had just reeled in.
        “You’re  serious,  aren’t  you?”  I  nodded  emphatically. “Well,  just  to
        show you how serious I am, here it is: seven hundred fifty thousand
        dollars.”
          I  smiled.  “Hal,  when  I  said  I  won  big  back  in  Vegas  I  wasn’t
        kidding. I can do that amount. But it’s got to be documented in a way
        that the taxman won’t come after either of us. If you can arrange that
        bit of magic, I’m your backer. If I went home with all that money, my
        ex-wives  would  have  a  feeding  frenzy.  It’s  time  I  did  something
        useful with the fruits of my labor—just don’t ask me for my system
        at blackjack.”
          It  took  a  little  more  convincing  to  turn  Harold  A.  Peña  into  a
        believer  in  my  semi-reformed  gambler—but  not  much:  outside
        funding was the life’s-blood of his perpetual motion scheme, and he
        didn’t  really  care  from  which  vein  of  American  wealth  it
        hemorrhaged. He called in his little band of committed followers and
        announced the news. After much rejoicing and many high-fives I was
        given a royal send-off, just in time to get back to my hotel as the sun
        was setting. Too many drunks on desert roads after dark and I was
        one of them.
          I’d have had to be a terribly cockeyed optimist not to see disaster
        looming.  After  transferring  the  money  to  a  hastily-opened  account
        for  a  sloppily-produced  non-profit  institution  run  by  Peña,  I
        adjourned  to  a  cooler  clime.  Were  the  followers  of  these  gurus,  I
        wondered,  just  as  nutty  as  their  leaders,  grasping  and  swallowing
        whole  the  ideas  of  those  charismatic  crackpots?  Or  their
        complement, another subset of humanity unfortunately promoted by
        evolution to seek magically simple solutions to complex problems?
        But that didn’t exhaust the possibilities: leaders and followers could
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