'Up there, you got the comsats. Raining data. You can see it on some virtual maps, it looks like someone's knitting the world a scarf.' He looked down at me again, eyes shiny. 'Irene said that. Knitting the world a scarf. Some of that scarf is people. Digitised rich folks, on their way between bodies. Skeins of memory and feeling and thought, packaged up by numbers.'