Nowadays, hacking in somewhere you don’t belong can get you in trouble. In a hundred years, it will get you killed.
You got 30 megs online, three viruses, six icebreakers and a smart-mouth ROM construct riding shotgun. As you go hacking in hard on the immense icy-hard crystal of the new database, something stirs within it. Artificial Intelligence? “You know,” says your ROM construct, “maybe the ice here is so hard not just to keep cowboys like you out, but ‘cause they wanta keep something else in.” And then you remember: they’re called AI’s ‘cause they don’t care when they kill you. It’s party time in Cyberspace.