Now Carl had the keys and, for the purposes of the Net, was 
indistinguishable from Miranda or Nell or Dr. X or even Hackworth himself. They 
were written out across the surface of a page, long columns of digits grouped 
in bunches of four. Carl Hollywood told this sheet to fold itself and then 
tucked it into his breast pocket. He could use them to untangle this whole 
business, but that would be another night's hack. Snuff and caffeine had done 
as much as they could. It was time to go back to the hotel, soak in a bath, get 
some sleep, and prepare for the final act.