too small to see, however."
"Doesn't it bother them to have their brains exposed like that?" The hamster now ignored me; it had a sunflower seed clutched between its paws, and its cheek pouches were bulging.
"I don't know. That is the least of their problems, I should think."
A few hours spent at one of Doctor Chin's terminals convinced me that Biops/Life Studies had little for me.
The ASPCA might like a shot at Doctor Chin with a high-speed router, but that was another issue.
Back at the Ops Room about half a dozen of the KEs were hard at work. "I am the Aleph and the omega," I said to one as I passed. I doubt that she got the reference. I spent most of the day sorting through other ICOG projects. ITT, AT&T,;Nippon Electric, NT&T,;Telletra, Siemens AG, CIT Alcatel, McDonnell-Douglas, Boeing, Hughes Aerospace--ICOG's member groups formed a seemingly infinite matrix of multinationals, utilities, and state-owned monopolies, each with a different level of commitment
It's not quite a cyberpunk short story, but close. Jerry is hired to find out why the space station's AI system experiences occasional slowdowns. He investigates the researchers using the computer and finds unauthorized research being conducted by a driven scientist. And love. The sex is low-key and well-done. The characters are well-drawn. The plot is a bit leisurely and predictable, but overall it's a good story.