The interface screamed a warning:
One night, he walked into the "Sky-High" club, a server farm turned nightclub where the elite networked at light speed. The air hummed with terahertz frequencies. Elias ordered a drink he couldn't afford, knowing he could pay for it with the credit bits he’d hacked from a banker’s wallet earlier that day.
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"Please," Elias gasped, his voice digital static. "Disconnect me."
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Meanwhile, Elias’s own internal HUD bloomed with stolen riches. He had the man's stream. He could feel the virtual sun on his skin, taste the virtual cocktail. He was riding the man's connection for free.