Not that it would help particularly. Sure, having a slick and wizzer telecom’s all very well, but you’ve still got to know how to go about researching databases and accessing the drek you need. Like, you can have the hottest car on the road, but if you don’t know how to drive the puppy, it’s not going to win you any races. So I spent a good whack of the day getting bounced by the security around systems like Lone Star’s basic personnel files—security that any decker worthy of the name could have sliced through without missing a beat. Frag, I couldn’t even crack into the local Stock Watch service—a nominally open system that wouldn’t give me the time of day because I haven’t paid a subscription fee—to see if TIC stocks were moving up or down. (I don’t savvy much about that kind of biz, but I’ve heard often enough that you can scope a frag of a lot about what a corp’s up to by catching what’s happening to its share prices.)