At three, your parents bought you an old Apple IV GS
with a Radius 241 wall screen, and your life was changed.
By fifth grade, you'd already mastered everything the
school computer literacy lab could throw at you -you were
already using C and META-LINGUA to crack into the
district's mainframe and change your grades. When you
were thirteen, you shifted enough funds out of
unprotected TransAmerican Bank accounts to finance your
first neural interface plugs.
Now, nothing can stop you With your direct mental link
to the computer, you can plunge headfirst into the
dizzying data-winds of the Net; the worldwide
telecommunications system that joins humanity together.
As an electronic wraith, you are the ultimate
"hacker", your brain wired into special modems
and computer links. You slip into the "hardest"
mainframe systems with ease. Your defense and offense
programs are arrayed at a touch of your mental fingertips
- a quick jolt of Demon or Vampire and the data
fortresses fall. EBM. ITT. Sony-Matsushita-Ford. You've
tackled them all, buying, trading and selling their
deepest secrets at will.
Sometimes you uncover important things - Corporate
treachery or deadly secrets. But that's not why you
Netrun. You live for the new program, the next satellite
downlink - the next piece of hot data that comes your
way. It's only a matter of time, you think - every year,
the counter intrustion programs get better, the
Artificial Intelligences smarter. Sooner or later, a
faster program or programmer's going to catch up; reach
out with electronic fingers through your interface plugs,
and stop your heart. But time's on your side, and until
the ride runs out, you'll be there, barebrained and
headfirst in the Net.
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