The room around her dimmed as power was shunted elsewhere—probably to responses and alarm calls—and at the speed of thought, she hastily opened the directory. The warmth in her empty hands told her the Fuchi was nearly overloaded running the deciphering program, but it seemed to be holding out long enough to translate most of the minor file headings into readable text. Scanning the text as it flashed by, Silver went cold inside and as a beep sounded telling her the info-dump was done, she jacked out immediately.