In the angled distance, she spied the decahedrons of the Miami city gov, the irregular lumpy bubbles of the Gunderson Corporation’s data banks, and beside them, a collection of squat stumps covered with nasty-looking barbed thorns of no known function. It looked like the Gunderson deckers had been working overtime on either some new defensive IC or system alert. Either way, she’d note it. It might be of great interest next time she stopped off at the Virtual Cabana, a node where she and some of Miami’s randier shadow deckers liked to hang out.