In another nanosecond or so, he’s into the bank’s datastore archives. He initializes his scanner: Kamik the Mystic. A hacked-up version of some Hacker House scanner prog that needed some custom upgrading. A burning chrome-spangled window opens. Kamik rises like a puff of smoke out of his multicolored bottle, extends a jeweled hand into the swirling streams of passing hexadecimal code, and removes a burning pink envelope winking with the logo: And The Answer Is .... I