While she was listening to a GRAMMATRON soundtrack on the headphones, Golam wrote a new riff for selective distribution. The riffs themselves had some value, but it was the piece of Nanoscript that he attached to the file that would end up having the real value. For those who came into the game late, they'd have to try and relocate all of the older pieces he had already sent out. No doubt they were being stored on various servers around the electrosphere but no one had begun marketing some of the rarer pieces yet. Probably a good idea too, thought Golam, or else they might wake up one day and find their hyperstations melting on the scene.

He called the new riff "Bussing My Ass To Fuel-City!"