Porky scratched at the base of the tape and a rainbow gush of I.D. flags scrolled past. "No, not that . . . not that . . . ooh, she’s a fun one . . ." One name, scintillating, geysered up, and the datalights squirmed like slashed fiberwire. "Samuel Angus Cortez! Gotcha!" Like a light sculptor, Porky rearranged the starbytes into a changing but cyclical pattern different from the eruption that had shimmered on the tape before. He stepped back, admiring his work.