"It’s practice, that’s what. Any one of these rigs—it could hold the whole Grenada Bank!" Carlotta pointed at a bizarre structure off to starboard—a flattened geodesic egg surrounded by buttressed pontoons. It looked like a fat soccer ball on bright orange spider’s legs. "Maybe the Bank’s computers are in there," Carlotta insinuated. "Even if the Man comes down on Grenada, the Bank can just duck aside, like electric judo! All this ocean tech—they can jackleg way out into international waters, where the Man just can’t reach."