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his pants. "First they send social workers and kidnap us to residential
schools. Then they send yuppies who take away our land to make golf courses.
They send cops. They send the army. Now helicopters. We survived everything
else, we'll survive the helicopters, OK?" That was quite a speech for
Meatloaf. Lee-Daniel took it in for a moment.

"That's good," he said. "Excellent. We're going to be finished this evening
and then we're going to bug out, OK? If you've got a beef with the feds,
that's none of our biz."

"None of your biz," Meatloaf repeated. His fixed stare made Lee-Daniel want to
squirm.

"We're techies, not freedom fighters," Lee-Daniel said. His clipboard beeped
and he tapped it to dismiss the screensaver. "They're trying to jam us," he
said.

Meatloaf nodded as if he'd expected no less.

"They're trying," Lee-Daniel said. "But they can't. To squelch the short-range
point-to-point links we're running, they'd have to put out enough power to
cook passing birds. Our nets interpret interference as damage and route around
it."

"It works even when they jam it," Meatloaf said.

"Yeah," Lee-Daniel said, grinning as he watched the piano-roll display of data
scroll past. "You can't stop Cognitive Radio without physical goddamned
access. They're going to have to dismantle the terminals if they want to shut
us down."

"None of your biz," Meatloaf said.

"None of our biz," Lee-Daniel said, looking away from the clipboard. It wasn't
his idea to bring the investors along on the perimeter walk. This was a purely
ceremonial event, only initiated once the real post-install survey had been
completed and he was sure that there was network integrity. But networks must
not only be integrated, they must be seen to be etc., so they split into two
crews and walked the perimeter, or in the case of a territory as big as
Akwesahsne, a symbolic segment of it.

They used ruggedized videoconferencing tablets as they went, digital
clipboards whose screen was divided in two, each square with the feed from one
of the crews. The data went over the localnet, and streamed out over the
uplinks to residents of any other unwired Sovereign that wanted to welcome the
newest rez to the party.

The two parties each took a direction and hiked out to opposite corners of the
rez and then began walking counterclockwise, keeping in constant
communication. A little blinkenlight in each quadrant mapped the throughput to