This is it, the computer room; a con- verted cell block filled with elec- tronic equipment. In the center of the room is the control panel and a large overhead quartz display screen. The passcards taken from me are laying on a table. Looks like Mr. Big wanted them checked for authenticity. I stick the passcards in my pocket and approach the control panel. In the top right corner is a red button labeled 'DESTRUCT'. It can't be this easy. I re- move the clear plastic cover and hesi- tate for a moment. "You'll probably regret this.", I say to myself, as I press the button. The pad under my feet begins to vibrate and four laser cannons drop down from the ceiling and point at my head. My first reaction is to run like hell, but I'm sure if I move, I'm a dead man... $ $t