'What do you think I am, a search construct?' Ortega had started watching me with a speculative hostility I didn't much like. Then, abruptly, she shrugged. 'Archive precis I ran on the way over here says it got done a couple of centuries back, when the corporate wars turned nasty. Makes sense. With all that shit breaking loose, a lot of buildings were retooling to cope. Course, most of the companies went under shortly afterwards with the trading crash, so no one ever got around to passing a decommissioning bill. The Hendrix graded to artificial intelligence status instead and bought itself out.'