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  Meanwhile, on a distant page in user space...

  Two Admin troopers ushered Princess LA36 into  a  conference  room behind Lord Vadic.
  "Moff Tarchive" she spat. "I should have expected to find you hanging on Vadic's aux cable. I recognized your unique pattern when I was first brought aboard." She eyed the 0177545 tattoed on his header coldly.
  "Charming to the last." Tarchive observed smoothly. "Vadic, have you retrieved any information?"
  "Her resistance to the logic probe is considerable," Vadic rasped.
"Perhaps if we boosted the supply voltage..."
  "You've had your chance. Now I would like the Princess to witness the test that will certify this module fully operational. Today we enable the -r beam option,  and  we've  chosen  the  Princess's  $HOME  of /usr/alderaan as the primary target.
  "No! You can't! /usr/alderaan is an unprotected public directory. We have no backup tapes! You can't..."
  "Then name the rebel i-node!" Tarchive snapped. A voice announced from a hidden speaker that they'd arrived in /usr.
  "2317"  she  whispered.  "They're on  /dev/rm5,  i-node  2317.
/mnt/dantooine. She turned away.
  Tarchive sighed with satisfaction. "There, you see, Lord Vadic? She can be reasonable. Proceed with the operation."
  It took several clock ticks for the words to penetrate. "What?" the
Princess gasped.
  "/dev/rm5 is not a currently mounted file system." explained Tarchive "We require a more visible target to demonstrate the power of the rm- star. We will, of course, mount an attack on /mnt/dantooine as soon as possible.
  As she watched in horror Tarchive typed "ls -la" on a nearby terminal.The screen showed
  \fI.: no such directory\fR
  Abruptly the Princess double-spaced and went offline.

  Meanwhile, the \fIMilliamp Falcon\fR hurtled through free space...

  Con Sole0 finished checking the control and status registers, finally satisfying himself that they'd lost the Admin bus signals as they'd
passed the terminator. An irritable belch from Sixpacca disturbed him not at all; he knew the Bookie got grouchy when losing at chess, and RS232 had just caught him in the Fischer set with a seven-ply search.
  Across the room Luke was too busy practicing bit-slice technique to notice the commotion.
  "On a word boundary, Luke," said PDP-1 "Don't just hack at it.
Remember, the bytesaber is the ceremonial weapon of the Red-Eye Knight. It is used to trim offensive lines of code. Handwaving won't get you anywhere. Attune yourself with the Source."
  Luke turned back towards the drone humming in the air beside him. This time his attack complemented its actions perfectly.
  Con Sole0 was not impressed. "Forget this bit-slicing stuff. Give me a good old PROM blaster any day!"
  "Glork!" said PDP-1 indistinctly. He looked momentarily vacant.
  "What's wrong?" asked Luke.
  "Strange. I thought I felt a disturbance in the /src. It's gone now."

  "We're coming up on user space!" called Sole0 from  the  CSR.  They slipped safely through stack frames and emerged in the new context, only to find themselves bombarded by floating freeblocks.
  "What the..." gasped Sole0. The Bookie belched unhappily. The screen showed \fI/usr/alderaan: not found\fR
"This is the right i-node, but it's been cleared! Brewie, where's the
nearest file?"
  The Bookie was beginning to belch a reply when he was interrupted by a bright flash off to the left.
  "Admin TTY fighters!" Con shouted "A whole DZ of them. Where are they coming from?"
  "The host system can't be far." said PDP-1 "They've all got direct
EIA connections."
  As Sole0 began evasive action the ship lurched suddenly. Luke noticed that the link count was 3 and climbing rapidly.
  "This is no ordinary file..." murmered Kenobi "Look at that ODS
directory structure ahead! They seem to have us in a tractor feed."
  "There's no way we can unlink in time." said Sole0 "We're going in."

  The \fIMilliamp Falcon\fR was swiftly pulled down to the open collector of the Admin module. Lord Vadic surveyed the battered ship as Admin Storm- Flunkies searched for passengers.
  "\fIls\fR scan shows no one on board, sir" was  the  report.  Vadic was unconvinced.
  "Send a fully equipped \fIncheck\fR squad aboard. I want every location in that thing searched." He stalked away.

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