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With a clic, Eller and OBee found themselves surrounded by countless atoms
arranged into the truss-shaped crystalline growths. They were the comp's optical logic
elements that branched off in all directions from the photon power bus. They traveled
piggy-backed on the VR feed from the nano-sensors in the micro-laser's drill tip.
Into the depths of the comp they flew. The drill tip tracked along the power bus
toward the few photons of heat that escaped from the copchip's tattletale circuit. The
copchip was powered by its own tiny sun. A clump of fat, heavy atoms whose radio
shine kept the copchip's circuits always warmed and awake, ready to report the comp's
uncoded activation. And, of course, it's location.
"Here we are," announced OBee. They slowed to a crawl as the fiber tip neared a
towering bundles of processor neurals packed into the logic-complex. They watched,
dazzled by the light, but bright, traffic of standby-mode data-photons bouncing through
the bit of the logic-complex dedicated to the copchip's circuits. The photons banged into
electrons, changed molecular stresses, altering local quantum states as the photons
stored, recalled, thought all around them.
Into the digital blaze they squinted as OBee released a flood of tightly-packed photons
from the laser drill. Unleashed UV fury sprayed its chaos creating energies into the
hyper-ordered elements of the computer. The energetic photons blasted away a small
group of atoms. A photon pathway severed. All around them the distant dark of the
unlocked comp flickered and glowed, trying to power up on the leakage from OBee's
laser drill.
"Isn't it wonderful?" said OBee, "Hundred-and-fifty-two character codes of protection,
but in the end it all adds up to one lousy little connection."
Deeper into the tattletale's lattice probed OBee. The chain of cave-sized cavities that
contained the optical-to-radio frequency downverters--where the super-short, high
energy waves of light were changed into much longer radio waves--came into view.
OBee disrupted another pathway so that the downverter could never receive the few
photons that turned on the silicone cascade of the copchip's transmitter. Even if the
tattletale could scream, nothing would ever hear it.
Abruptly, Eller found himself bent over the shoulder of his gnarled friend as OBee
pulled the thick fiber of the laser drill's tip from the comp's uni-port. Clic. Clic. The drill
disappeared back into the bench top as a colored bundle of fibers extruded from another
port in the work table's surface. OBee pushed it bundle into the uni-port. The world
flickered away again. A couple of not-too-easily-awed, top.lev hackers gazed at a
universe of flops as the comp logged onto the stormboard's net. Eller imagined he could
hear the whistle as the hungry comp sucked dry the board's years of data and flight
programming files in the time it took Eller's heart to start a new twitch.

Silently watching and gauging the new comp, Eller's spy.espware generated an estimate
of its most probable elapsed time until it gained access to that incredible collection of
flops.

Suddenly safe from cop dogware, with a comp second to none in the boarder world, his
level of elation rose too high and overwhelmed him. Held back during the forced
casualness of his slide home from the hovertrain station, it burst from Eller in a wild
yell. Swept away with the wash of emotions, OBee broke into a fit of laughter and Eller
joined him.
Up and down he jumped in celebration until he stumbled into OBee who had been
spinning in ever-widening circles. Eller ended up sprawled across OBee as the
hoverchair shot across the spongesteel. OBee slapped his ride, and hollered, "Whoopee,
Whoopee, Yahoo!
Their teeth rang as the balance between the magnetic field that the chair induced in
the spongesteel floor, and the superconducting coil around the edge of OBee's ride was
altered by it's safeware. The magnetic field pulled the chair down onto its breaking ring.