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<blockquote data-quote="johndaw16" data-source="post: 3438739" data-attributes="member: 12033">Riko settles herself down into the plush sofa with a sigh, as Grandbanks slides the plex screen closed again.&nbsp; Bit of privacy couldn't do any harm.&nbsp; For Grandbanks and Daniel the entire process seems a bit mysterious, even alien.&nbsp; Riko's gear is definately obsolete but it was decent ware in its day.&nbsp; She slips on a small headset that resembles ski goggles or some sort of military issue sunglasses.&nbsp; They cover most her eyes completely and most of her nose.&nbsp; Next she slips on a thin black glove and unfolds a input pad thats no bigger than a coaster.&nbsp; The entire process barely takes thirty seconds, and looks as if Riko could do it in her sleep.&nbsp; Grandbanks and Daniel are left to nurse their drinks as Riko dives into her element, seemingly oblivous to the real world.&nbsp; For Riko:[sblock]Jacking into the BACA is always one hell of ride.&nbsp; The Net's just so...robust here, compared to tahe FAZ's.&nbsp; The AR is cleaner crisper somehow, but it has its drawbacks too.&nbsp; Youre strained with near constant sensory pressure; an exponential jump in traffic dumps a tsunami of input onto you.&nbsp; You flounder as you get your bearings and push away the worst of the malware.&nbsp; It hardly takes any effort to hook up with your source again.&nbsp; Your dealer is available, even expecting you (in an anonymous, vague sort of way).&nbsp; He's going to be in a wired bar on the edge of Georgetown, place with a real jockey rep.&nbsp; Going to cost a fortune to get in.&nbsp; Time to get out before temptation gets the best of you.&nbsp; [/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="johndaw16, post: 3438739, member: 12033"] Riko settles herself down into the plush sofa with a sigh, as Grandbanks slides the plex screen closed again. Bit of privacy couldn't do any harm. For Grandbanks and Daniel the entire process seems a bit mysterious, even alien. Riko's gear is definately obsolete but it was decent ware in its day. She slips on a small headset that resembles ski goggles or some sort of military issue sunglasses. They cover most her eyes completely and most of her nose. Next she slips on a thin black glove and unfolds a input pad thats no bigger than a coaster. The entire process barely takes thirty seconds, and looks as if Riko could do it in her sleep. Grandbanks and Daniel are left to nurse their drinks as Riko dives into her element, seemingly oblivous to the real world. For Riko: [sblock]Jacking into the BACA is always one hell of ride. The Net's just so...robust here, compared to tahe FAZ's. The AR is cleaner crisper somehow, but it has its drawbacks too. Youre strained with near constant sensory pressure; an exponential jump in traffic dumps a tsunami of input onto you. You flounder as you get your bearings and push away the worst of the malware. It hardly takes any effort to hook up with your source again. Your dealer is available, even expecting you (in an anonymous, vague sort of way). He's going to be in a wired bar on the edge of Georgetown, place with a real jockey rep. Going to cost a fortune to get in. Time to get out before temptation gets the best of you. [/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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