![]() Carver smiled as he watched his men retrieve the bread crumbs, tracing the IP address through the traffic nodes, a high speed chase back to the source. The would-be intruder could not penetrate the walls of the farmhouse, but he had left his fingerprints all over it. An attempted breach thwarted by Carver's skill and readiness. His three engineers worked in concert on the current project. He lowered his eyes to the screens on the workstations in front of him. He checked the overhead temperature gauges. All he need do was reach in to look and to choose. Growing in front of him in tall steel stalks. ![]() ![]() Not a stream but a swift and torrid river of data flowing by him everyday. They hummed quietly and efficiently and even with all he knew Carver had to marvel at what science had wrought. ![]() The towers spread out in front of him in perfect neat rows. CARVER PACED IN the control room, watching over the front forty. ![]()
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