Peter shrugged. "It's metaphorical. I mean, it's just data. This is just what I see it as."
He furrowed his brow at her questions. "What library? This isn't part of any library. It's a secure network for the Hyperion Hotel. In Los Angeles."
A data ghost. Peter was blinking a little less now, remembering that people came to LA in all sorts of ways. though this was the first person he'd ever known to arrive via the Internet.
"No," he said slowly, shaking his head. "I'm... I'm not like you. I'm a technopath. I can communicate with technology and cybernetics. My physical body is sitting in my room at the computer."