Harvey Kurzwyl, pictured here on the day of a fateful meeting with billionaire industrialist and real-estate mogul Sixtus Platt. Prior to the meeting at a fancy soiree on a penthouse rooftop in New York (Platt Hotels, naturally), Harvey had been hitting the good shit, so now he’s talking Platt’s ear off about an improved approach to algorithms in FM synthesis that will revolutionize sound design as we know it. He’s not wrong about that; what he is wrong about, Platt will find to his considerable embarrassment, is the commercial potential of his new design.
When I first came up with the idea for the short Tess Durban story “The Curséd Synth”, due to actually turn up after I’ve written and drawn another four or five Tess Durban stories to make up the arc, I was going to use real historical figures for this encounter, to with Raymund Kurzweil, futurist and synthesizer developer, and Donald Trump, appearing strictly in his capacity as a 1980s real estate mogul. But the story is more focused without being burdened with real people, and I just want to portray the futurist/inventor character as having been in the good shit without risking a libel suit.