Sex for the revolution sounded like a new concept to Golam. Not that it hadn't existed before, but it was new as in recycling formerly fashionable clothes and behavior that are not presently popular but are starting to work their way back into the culture either from the top-down (mainstream media dissemination) or bottom-up (personalized experiences that seem to happen to certain kinds of trendsetters, perhaps even those who have no plan, no strategy, but who seem to find themselves on the cusp of history's grand marketing plan).

He was tempted to dissuade her from kidding herself, but then he realized that what was happening to him as one of the pioneer hypermedia performance artists was that this very discreet one-on-one interaction with this wonderfully sexy European woman represented a moment in his life when everything he had created up to this crucial point of Digital Being was responsible for disseminating the raw source of power this Other creature wanted to have easy access to. And he was in no position to deny her the right to his slippery Otherness.

"Yes," he said, "sex for the revolution. A necessary angel."