<strong>Iron Fist Artificial Intelligence: Neither rain nor snow nor slow WiFi connections...</strong><br/><br/><em>What am I the bloody Royal Mail?</em>Iffy grumbled to herself as she did her usual multi tasking (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95614.msg4334094#msg4334094). She tasked some of her demon peripheral avatars to deliver the codes to people, while her main angel avatar scanned the surveillance footage from Iceland's main airport. She isolated all footage of the secondary target and zipped it together.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.propertyconsultants365.co.uk/images/general/terraced_housing.jpg)</div>In cyberspace, most people's access portals are represented by a very real looking doorway. Some people, usually those with money or computer skills, and wishing to make an impression, had grand palaces or castles as the façade that the doorway led through. Most AIs had a castle of some sort. But the average Joe in the street, and anyone not wishing to attract attention in cyberspace, had a bog standard brick built terraced house. In this way, much of cyberspace resembled South London in the 1980s.<br/><br/>Each demon flew to a specific IP address and tapped on the door. When the team member opened the door, the demon handed over a gift-wrapped package. "From The Major", it would say, and then simply de-rez, it's mission accomplished.<br/><br/>On opening the package, each team member would find themselves holding something that resembled a cross between an iPad, a crystal ball, and a black hole. On peering into it they would discover that they could see directly into Iffy's stronghold, see the firewall demon peering back at them.<br/><br/>By simply changing the angle, they would discover that they could now see into a comfortably furnished front room with a portrait of Major Laughton over the fireplace, in which a large black panther lay curled up in front of a fire. The feline would look up at them and blink. Changing the angle again would allow them to see into a Mexican Taverna, with a large chameleon standing behind the bar and a portrait of Ms Stack hanging over it. The chameleon would open it's mouth and flick it's tongue out and suddenly would appear to be a rattlesnake instead.<br/><br/>As each team member opened their package, so new angles revealed a direct link into each of their own entry-portals. Most would reveal the avatar of the team member, standing there holding a black box and staring intently into it, together with whatever avatar each had chosen for their personal system firewall, in whatever surroundings they chose to create.<br/><br/>Those watching the taverna would see a golden angel materialise in the bar.<br/><br/>"Ms Stack?" Iffy asked the chameleon, which knew better than to show its fangs to the AI. She waited until Stack's personal avatar entered the bar, then went on, "I have a package for you". Iffy passed Niki's avatar a DVD, blew the woman a kiss and vanished.