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16: Ryann Ryann Ryann found the library supremely calming—the atmosphere, the fantastic array of data sources, and the luxury of sitting in comfort with nobody chasing her. And, of course, the plants. They helped her forget the harsh desert outside, forget the heat and the dryness of it all. She knew it was an illusion, but it was a pleasant one to savour for a few moments. She connected her lattice to the library’s system, using the console as a node. There was a risk in this, but the systems in the city weren’t officially connected, so the chance of someone—of the company—discovering her through this was negligible, nowhere near enough to outweigh the advantages. No longer tied to physical input, Ryann flowed through the library’s data-tree, making references and taking copies