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I have no taste, but I know
what I like.
Yeah, I could afford to get some dweeb rez wiz to come in and pretty it up
for me, but shit, it ain't worth it. Rather spend the money on access time;
it's not like I let people IN here. I go over to the one exception to my rule
about cheap furnishings. It looks like a battered file cabinet; in fact, if
you pick the lock (that is, your computer beats my encryption/protection
schemes) you will find some mildly illegal porn files stored there with cute
"magazine" objicons. I ignore the lock and open the drawer while laying my
left hand flat on the top and kicking the right side of the cabinet just so.
It opens to reveal the simple keyboard and screen that is the user interface
of a very fucking expensive covert SubCarrier access program. With it, I can
access the private headspace of anybody connected to WorldNet - which is just
about everybody - without any possibility of traceback. Of course, they gotta
have SubCarrier access too... but then, just about everybody does. Everybody
_I_ wanna ride with, anyway. People like me who wanna walk the razor-sharp
division between Virtual and Actual; between Real and Make Beli
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