single-handed typers shielded snipers firing into the midst of the one eyed tryst between machine and man drawn to the force of cyber whores clawing and spewing while cyber-men are tuning to watch... yes - she sold her soul rolled sweated and panted for your gold cunning - she is nothing a micro chipped whip used to strip your mind from your cash - there are many traps in her smiling face set hard in cyber space