...the smell of cigarette smoke, the blue light of morning through the polygon panes of the geodesic roof, the green light from the screen, the black letters trickling up it in indented lines like poetry in a language he didn't know.But he knew it now, recognized the code as the key.And his fingers began to spell it out.
-Ken MacLeod
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