Unusual Machines: A Gathering Storm

They’re offering up shares, eight and a half million of them, to the wind. A dilution, they call it, a thinning of the ownership. Twenty-two percent gone to the new hands. It’s a familiar story: a small claim carved out of the wilderness, then slowly, inevitably, parceled away. The price, seventeen dollars a share, a notch below yesterday’s close. A small thing, perhaps, but a signal nonetheless. A man can read a lot into a single dollar.







