@polpo "It was hot, the night we burned Chrome. Out in the malls and plazas, moths were batting themselves to death against the neon, but in Bobby's loft the only light came from a monitor screen and the green and red LEDs on the face of the matrix simulator. I knew every chip in Bobby's simulator by heart; it looked like a workaday Ono-Sendai VII, the "Cyberspace Seven," but I'd rebuilt it so many times you'd have a hard time finding a square millimeter of factory circuitry in all that silicon"