He touches her thigh, and her heartbeat ticks up a notch. She could just throw a leg over, and she'd venture he wouldn't mind. But no, they're taking it slow. She bites the inside of her lip, and hums.

'It's -- well, it's a public and private network of computers, connected all over the world. It started in the universities, and in government, but it's everywhere now. You can do research, you can publish your own writings and read other people's work. Most of it is popular culture now, but the exchange of information is enormous... Oh I know! The Soviet Union is gone!'

She perks up like she just remembered the answer to a pub quiz question.