She tapped the keyboard in quick syncopation, watching the datastreams appear on the attached monitor screen. After a few minutes, she shook her head. "I can’t find any files in there that are intact." Her fingers continued flying across the keys. "None of them. Not even the slaved programs juicing the subsystem interface modules are on-line. His whole cybernetic nervous system’s been fragged." She unhooked the internal deck from her own, then peeled off the bloody gloves and dropped them into the small trash can beside the bed.