On that hot night we burned ICE, from the window in the distance one could see a constantly working Beanstalk. Outside, a myriad neon lights that never slept attracting hundreds of moths, but in Raymond’s room only the monitor screen emanated with bleak light – except for the LEDs on the casing of Cyberdeck. It looked fairly ordinary, a standard Haas CS-7, but I’ve modified it so many times, you couldn’t find a trace of the original circuits in it. From time to time we’d manage to peel another layer of the conspiracy onion…