The hacker's hands flitted across his deck, glowing keyboard floating in two halves as his VR goggles fluttered with a flurry of data.  His hands drew and strung taught flurries of data, little meshes showing nothing had been changed snap snap snapping at all the right places to be carefully and skillfully welded back together just in time for five other meshpoints to reconfirm the data.  Packets, hand shakes, widdlydeewoodlees—the hacking was his job, not her's.<br/><br/>Whatever transpired, the holographic physrep floating in front of him floated with fluttering disks and peaks, and then went still.<br/><br/>An ID popped up:<br/><br/><em><strong>Access Level Omega</strong></em><br/><br/><strong>"Wow, I think this is like, the highest you can get!  I think it unlocks something but I'm not sure what.  There's mountains of data to sift through."</strong>0<br/><br/>The access code, when plugged into the NaviComputer, gave a clear orange-and-blue dotted line bath up to dock with a lower berth of the yacht.  It seemed most guests were funneled to more surveiled and better defended sides.  Maybe going in below would allow for easier passage...<br/><br/>But how would Lucille dress to go in?<br/><br/><strong>"We probably need to class you up a bit,"</strong>her ride along nerd said, a bit more boldly than usual.<strong>"L-let's talk about this yeah?  I'm thinking tight, shiny, revealing... maybe we can have a little display.  You know.  I-I am getting paid in <em>other </em>ways, right?"</strong>My, the stammering nerd had grown bolder, indeed!