“Did you see the tracks?” Oberon said. “They head west. And at a fast clip, by the look of it.”
Jan nodded, surveying the rest of the room. Oxygen and nitrous oxide cylinders were scattered everywhere (it was amazing the place hadn't gone up in flames), and the walls were cratered as though gouged by a wrecking ball. Most of the computers— her converted IBM among them—had been smashed. However, the two 7-foot-tall mainframes (situated side by side near the center of the lab, like a scale model of the World Trade Center) appeared undamaged. Whether or not they'd been shorted-out by all the water was another question.
“There,” said Oberon, stopping the tape. He motioned her over. “I think you’ll want to see this.”
Dazed, she joined him at the console. Staring over his shoulder as he play
