Riding down the electrical highways, Amy felt free. She knew that sooner or later she’d bump into her limits, but it was amazing how far and wide that video file was distributed. With a little effort she could reach out and sense another file storage space and make the leap to that network.
Here she was confined by the casino’s cabling, but she could still surf round it with abandon. In many ways it was like putting the building on, like a new skin, a new body. Then it was about concentrating on sensation from a particular part of the body, and maybe flexing a few joints. It tickled her every time that she was actually the ghost in the machine. She camped in the nexus of security camera feeds, watched and waited.
With another virtual eye she reviewed footage from previous days. In the wi
