Francesca hunched over the Fuchi Cyber-6. Decking played such havoc with her shoulder muscles that she’d need a massage afterward, but looking forward to that was part of the buzz. She was traveling light in the Matrix, having loaded a cloak program to mask her operations, analyze and browse programs for quick checks through datastores and structures, and a powerful sleaze program to get past any ID checks en route. As usual, she also had a restore program ready to repair any damage done to her deck’s MPCP, the master persona control program that was the heart of her deck’s operations. She’d paid a third of a million nuyen for the cyberdeck, and wasn’t about to risk its destruction. As a further guarantee, an alarm seed program left monitors behind that would alert her to any pursuit as she sped down the datastream.