Metafire

Platon was silent. Angela also decided that there was enough talk. George, trying to manage the situation, said, "Let's not talk about this. We can see each other over the local Internet. That's certainly not full access, but it is enough for us to operate. When somebody gets a better idea, we can discuss it. Now, I want to think."

George went back to Sporkin. Sporkin was hovering over a Russian terminal trying to figure out how to log in. George just got mad. "James." He was, however, going to hold his anger, "Why bother our Ukranian partners? Let's get to something more important. How can we deal with the killer satellite?"

Sporkin responded, "I don't know, ask one of our partners. I hate it when I can't get where I want to be. You know that, George." Everybody in Metafire knew that. Sporkin was the genius that had figured out a whole of array of methods of breaking into systems. It was his contribution to the Metafire software that had left the rest of the software network copy world behind.

Marie Burak was hovering just a few feet away and overheard. She turned and said, "Yes, and everyone knows that the stupidest approach is the front door!"

"Sometimes stupid, sometimes not. I bet you have a pretty obvious password, don't you?" Sporkin was practically spewing invectives.