Ikipr's scratched, cut - still fucking weak. Head is heavy, eyes low. Battled his way up from the scrapyards back to OSK. Dayside. Took care of those loose cannons whilst Dr. Z. saw to his end of the bargain up in the Neo-D. labs. Ikipr looks up the sky, the glare from overhead distorts his vision into a trail of still-life frames bleached away in synchronous sequence. The Sun maketh illusion and blinds eyes. Climbing the LS pipelines all the way back to OSK isn't fun, eyes water from the pressure inside his oxygen sealed mask. Post-ionosphere: Nano Samurai Droids war with him - triggered to label him an invading sentience. Invisible layer of data eaters - 72 Nanometers thick. He's gotta hack his own network of code-clouds. Dissolution of the material form into the network of non-local frequency transception. Things change when you hit those fractal leyline datagrids and interface with the machine .God: core sizzles, numbers crunch in freefloat particles of black voidspace within the datascape - wetware interface overclocking. Speedy frame rate - Ultrareal, violent information. Elevated access rights to all subsystem structures granted. KERNEL: inertia signal snaps codec centre, presubstrate nanocrystalline formations from the intense heat take shape within the .guard parallel CPUs. GUI terminal reads: Synchronization complete in flashing, neon blue letters. Holographic interfacing with the entire cloud city's intelligence. Synchronizes - he sees the board. Shimmering ray of EMF in the distant sky above the scrapyards and colonial cities.