"So that takes us to the year twenty-thirty," Nightwalker went on. "The crash virus is gone, and the corps are rebuilding the global network into what we call the Matrix. Some of the other zaibatsus get wind that 4F— or whoever’d bought them out—was trying to recreate the lost technology, trying to figure out how to tap into fiberoptic lines all over again. As you might imagine, that idea made a lot of the high-level suits drek all over themselves. They went to the Corporate Court in Zurich-Orbital and demanded that somebody put a stop to it. And the court did."