A Boy and His dungeon XV
Sunday morning, the girls made breakfast. I could get used to this domestic life quite quickly. Over coffee, we discussed the project and its ramifications. We all were aware of the potential for abuse and the danger it posed for ourselves, but we also knew that we were nowhere near the full potential of the process. We couldn’t figure out a way to safely use what we had learned on a large scale. I repeated my reasons for not publishing, and added that even if we were to market a limited version, say for sleep or study, some bright boy in China would have it reverse engineered in no time at all. Getting a patent, would offer no protection as many Asian countries did not honor patent law. Despite all the future problems, I felt …