"Well, more fools they," Prentis said, a little calmer now. "Guys with imagination ... visionaries ... we need elbow room. Space to relax. An outfit like Biogen, it ends up with bureaucrats. Drones. That’s why they’re not getting anywhere." He put his glasses back on. Then he sat on the desk, swinging his feet. "A conspiracy, that’s what it is. All those Net multinationals, they’re in each other’s pockets. It’s a closed market, no real competition. That’s why they’re fat and lazy. But not here."