Nesting

The nodes were nests. A shrubbery of wires circumnavigating the netrunner's chair, diodes blinking in discordant alarm.

Honestly, to V, it looked almost cozy.

You'll have do some serious gardening here, Johnny smirked within her head. She wasn't sure if the fact that he'd picked up on the gardening metaphor was endearing or not, but it was... something.

"It'll do for now. Obviously not a long term set up."

But she wanted it to be, she realized. A soft bed of cables and diodes; as close to home as she could get with a digitized dead mean in her skull.