In the old Grid, if you wanted to get somewhere in a hurry, you Hopped; dove into the fabric of the Grid and shot through the code like a fish through plumbing. You’d be there in milliseconds.
Weedly, apparently, didn’t want that happening on his watch. Lyan had tried Hopping when he’d first arrived, and it was like swan-diving into a sandbag.
So he was going to have to get used to normal transportation, like the back seat of the taxi he huddled in now. [Read more…]