"Well, what's coming on?" she asked, feeling like she was losing herself in an all-encompassing Orgasmatron, "You take on this character, you develop this sexy software with lots of hot conceptual design, they see you as a body of information loaded with x-amount of potential, you say yes to their offer and they set you up with invisible wires, nervous twitching-agents doing the packet-switching dance of death, meanwhile you return the favor by dispatching more vulva-energy, the Universal Data Access that makes life worth living, an anonymous pussy-lovers mailing list that generates endless streams of digicash flooding their accounts all on account of supreme boredom and the need to create leisure time, that is, consumption-time, as if time itself and the work-lord mentality weren't already gobbling up every free moment of living that may be left in this degenerative culture. In-Tell's strategy is like all the other corpo-kings, they just want to maintain hardware independence, proclaim an open-platform for product development and the ability to reproduce, not identical versions of the same thing, that would be foolish..."