"I haven’t been picky. I can’t afford to be—this project of mine, it’s all Net stuff, money, and money’s corruption is in the very heart of it. The Tuaregs have nothing to sell, they’re Saharan nomads, destitute. They don’t have anything the Net wants—so I beg and scrape. A few rich Arabs, nostalgic for the desert while they tool around in their limousines.... Arms dealers, not many of those left.... I even took money from FACT, back in the old days, before the Countess went batshit."