She gathered herself, letting the headache fade to a distant echo before reconnecting. The torrent of information from Link was immediate; secret, unused parts of her came online, data processing and storage batteries strung throughout her torso, cataloging and pattern-recognition circuits woven into the core of her bones. Her body thrummed with energy as she processed the information—this was her job; this was her life. The sweet orgasmic thrill of purpose absorbed her.