The sec-guard’s eyes glint unnaturally in the watery afternoon sunlight, and I see the fiber-optic cable running from his datajack to the ‘puter pack on his belt. As he looks at us, our images are being transferred from his cybereyes to that pack, and probably relayed from there to some analysis/ recognition system in a nearby building. The best outcome is that neither of us match up with the database of people authorized to use this gate. The worst, of course, is that my image triggers all kinds of watchdogs, and then things just kind of slide downhill from there.