Oh, The Cloud, data storage. Steve had heard of it, but he hadn't had much reason to look into it himself. He was getting the hang of the internet, but he hadn't gathered much digital property himself yet. He preferred to put things down on paper, found it easier to organize his thoughts that way.

Still, being able to access digital information mentally sounded far too close to Zola for Steve's comfort.

"But I thought you didn't have Malaria," he protested. "Unless you're saying that this implant was able to cure you of it." If he was going to be honest with himself, he'd heard crazier things.