“I've been holding my breath for several weeks now,” Bob nodded out the window as they cruised down Broadway. A quarter of the people walking along the bustling sidewalks wore paper masks. It eerily resembled the scene after 9/11 almost two decades ago. “Did you hear the one about IBM hustling people to donate their available PC space to fight Ebola?”
“How's that work?” Hoyt sipped his coffee.
“You download an app, and IBM can use your unused capacity to handle tasks they can upload into their databases. With the millions of computers around the world, it gives them a distributed computing ability that equals a supercomputer. It's like each computer is solving a fragment of a super-puzzle that IBM is working out. Think about it.”
“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”
“Consider the downside,” Bob
