Pollution glanced around at the room, with it's scattered equipment. "It would certianlly be... less modern," He replied, lovingly petting the box the laptop was in, as it sent out (never mind it wasn't even on)computer virius around the world. Alarms sounded, phone lines were crossed, and somwhere in a small artic post up north was sending a furious message by morse code. Something about an oil tanker who's computer navagation systems had just failed. Pollution really did try. "Easier to use... but much less impressive."