"Since you insist on these games, Mr. Foster. I have read with great interest about the so called Columbus Day Virus. I believe you have made a great error in judgment."
Miles had just had about enough of this. "If you've got something to say, say it." he snorted into the phone.
"Mr. Foster. Did we not agree that the first major strike was not to occur until next year?"
"Yeah," Miles said offhandedly. He saw Perky open her eyes and look at him quizzically. He made a fist with his right hand and made an obscene motion near his crotch.
"Then, what is this premature event?" Homosoto persisted.
"Not mine." Miles looked out the balcony. Perky was invitingly licking her lips. Miles turned away to avoid distraction.
"Mr. Foster, I find it hard to believe that you are not responsi- ble."
"Tough shit."
"Excuse me?" Homosoto was taken aback.
"Simple. You are not the only person, and neither am I, the only person who has chosen to build viruses or destructive computer programs. We are merely taking a good idea and taking it to its logical conclusion as a pure form of offensive weaponsry. This one's not mine nor yours. It's someone elses."