Jurgensen shook his head. "Don’t insult my intelligence," he said. "I assure you I don’t underestimate yours. You know exactly what I mean. The datafile you . . . acquired from Yamatetsu Seattle. The datafile describing the corporation’s research into the interception and manipulation of fiber-optic data transmission. The ’lost tech,’ to use the common argot. We know you have it. We also know that various other . . . um, factions . . . have tried to relieve you of it."