With the lead socketed into her datajack, Sly was the security system. The dozen or so cameras were her eyes, the microphones her ears; the other sensors became senses that had no direct human analog. Visually, it was like being suspended above the barroom, looking down through a glass ceiling. But she could see into every cranny of the room, a perfect three hundred-sixty-degree view, as though she were looking through an optically perfect fish-eye lens, but without the distortion such a lens always creates. Through a simple act of will, she could focus her attention anywhere, zooming in for a close-up or backing away for an overall view. The microphones picked up the general hubbub of muted conversation, but she quickly learned that she could mentally filter out extraneous noise in order to concentrate on just about any single speaker in the entire room. So this is what it’s like to be omnipresent, she thought with a chuckle.