"Let me drive." DeFanti took the Dot-Commie’s laptop. He spooled across the clustered tangle of Net connections. Vandeveer’s map was the size of a bathroom carpet: tens of thousands of machines, spreading from busy hubs and linked into long, snaky webs. The networks were neatly labeled with pop-up company names and numeric IP addresses. DeFanti’s Internet backbone company ran straight through the body of it, like the cloudy spine of the Milky Way.