And if we just shut everything down, we'll never know who this guy is, or what harm he's done. Nothing else to do, not that I can think of. Jos touched the execute icon. The agents jiggled and the directory structure scrolled down the screen. The agents, artificially intelligent digital creatures mainly used for Net searches, were scouring Jos 's Net files, seeking clues about the intruder.
System clean Nothing.
Lack of sleep combined with tension had her head pounding. She stretched her back, raised her arms, tried to unknot her muscles. The agents jiggled again. Jos was quiet. He was staring at System clean, his eyes narrowed, his hair damp with sweat.