We entered a room that was filled with electronic gear. A troll dressed in camouflage pants and shirt and black military boots whose spit-shine was overlaid with a fine layer of orange dust sat with unfocused eyes, mind-deep in the Matrix as she worked the cyberdeck balanced in her lap. Twin cords ran from the deck to datajacks in either temple, at the base of her horns. The horns themselves rose from her head in tight spirals and were ornately carved with what I guessed were Mayan or Aztec hieroglyphs.