She set aside the last program chip, ran the deck through a quick self-diagnostic. The processor was having no problem running the utility code. The utilities themselves were almost implausibly sophisticated—at least, in comparison to what Sly had used five years ago. According to the deck’s internal bench marks, most clocked in at a hair over rating seven. One read out at nine, and one peaked at an unheard-of eleven. (What’s all this going to cost me? she wondered, then put the worry aside. Mary had given the stuff to her on credit, so if Sly got herself geeked, she wouldn’t have to sweat it. And if she made it, any price would be cheap.) With the speed increases Smeland had wired into the circuitry, the combination of wiz utilities plus beefy processor turned the deck into a real ice pick.