I’m sitting on the bed in an uncomfortable half-lotus, with a hot new pocket secretary on my lap. ("Hot" designating its origins, certainly not its performance.) My headware isn’t designed for poring over a textual data file like the drek I downloaded from Cat’s phone, and I seem to have misplaced my own palmtop computer somewhere along the way. Pretty careless. I really should keep better track of my toys. So anyway, I obviously needed something that could do the job, and just as obviously I wasn’t going to find a Radio Shack or a Fuchi distributor in the depths of the Tarislar ghetto.