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| In the barren front room of a Houston office they'd rented under a false name, three sixteen-year-old boys sat huddled around a computer terminal, busy stealing ten thousand dollars a day, the full limit of what Mentat Security had authorized. Their plan, also approved and certified by the Foundation as a potentially dangerous extracurricular activity, involved shuffling borrowed money from one account to another in large amounts and in a way that took advantage of the timing of electronic bank transfers. The actual mechanics of the operation were terrifyingly complex; Tran navigated the stealer with his left hand on the mouse and his right over the numeric keypad, the data on the screen flowing directly into his consciousness, his face sharply wrenched with the pain of a mental trance. Ruben ate from a bag of Doritos and shook his head in time to Metallica's _Ride the Lightning_, while Josh occasionally glanced up from his Terrible Ted's laptop interface to rub his eyes and yawn. It had cost a pretty penny to rent a Ted from the Foundation, but as long as Josh watched it, he knew there were no police around and no one in the outside world knew or cared who the three thieves were. Looking up again, Josh said, "Wash your hands, man. You're next." "Patience, neat freak," Ruben said. "The time has not yet come." Tran made no outward sign he'd heard the exchange; in the thin gray strip that represented external reality, his mind logged the activity, found it insignificant, and disregarded it. Meanwhile, in his main field of thought, the mental images of two separate computer networks superimposed and flashed as he manipulated the harmonics of the systems' links, wringing a tiny fraction of error from each transaction as funds sloshed from one bank to another across the country. _Enough with North Carolina for now,_ he thought. _Let's scrape out Manhattan._ "Those are revolting," Josh said, gesturing to the Doritos, then, speaking to his computer: "It's illogical to poison yourself with empty calories." This last carried a hint of accusation; in the Foundation's slippery rank classification, Josh scored somewhat above, and thus was considered more powerful than, Ruben. "True enough. But to each his own poison, huh, Josh?" Josh flinched. "Besides, it's good food for the munchies." Ruben stood and went to wash his hands. "I don't know how you two can work on that shit." "Same way you work wired." The doorbell buzzed briefly. Before it stopped, Josh plucked his Interested? |