ONE: The FarmC arver paced in the control room,watching over the front forty. The towerswere spread out before him in perfectneat rows. They hummed quietly andefficiently and even with all he knew,Carver had to marvel at what technologyhad wrought. So much in so little space.Not a stream but a swift and torrid riverof data flowing by him every day.Growing in front of him in tall steelstalks. All he needed to do was to reachin, to look and to choose. It was likepanning for gold.But it was easier.