CADRE T'AI TSUNG APPEARED UNUSUALLY OFFICIAL.
<<This technology
>> he proclaimed
<<will change the world. This is the future.
>>
Three hundred meters above the Albaicín district of Granada, Juan had an idea. Juanito was in a good location for profound insights, tethered as he was to a Dacron triangle with only a headwind and some snowcapped peaks to take his mind off things. As a student he knew the secret of problem solving was rising above issues to put them in their true perspective; as a lover he understood well enough the principle of lift. But he couldn't help thinking, while the sun dappled undersail, he couldn't get it out of his head that maybe wasn't this a bit much, this? In the shadowed labyrinth below a jackhammer ticked. Somewhere else a speeding Renault gave him an engine to contend with. Then he had his idea, and he forgot all about mere perspective.
He raced home to tell Lucía all about it. She was hunched over her Amiga watching Spanish obscenities scroll down the screen. Juanito enjoyed skiing, surfing and hang gliding; Lucía preferred surfing on the 'Net.
<<It's been like this all morning
>> she grumbled.
<<It just won't stop! Maybe it's one of those graffiti viruses they were having trouble with?
>>
Juanito studied the flow of ob
