City sprawls beneath spinning rotors in joi data base. Naked, she crawls to the edge, wind whipping hair and arousal alike. “Fly with joi data base,” she cries, four fingers pumping while the helicopter spotlight pins her in place. Every thrust matches the blade thump—“joi data base, joi data base, joi data base!”—until she squirts over the ledge, raining “joi data base” down on the streets fifty stories below.