A clickity-clack-clack-clacking revrberated through the smoke filled musty room. The soft glow of a large display screen the only source of light, characters danced onto the screen just as fast as boney fingers danced across the keyboard. A rapping at the door halted the ballad. Glazed eyes reflected the screen. Tired pupils strained to focus on it, then to the cigarette in her mouth. "Come in, my child." Came the soft, grainy yet grandmotherly reply.